#casement block castles

[mumblelard]

i feel like i ate the stuff growing at the bottom of a month old cup of coffee but in a good way

[the-raven-who-writes]

Medieval Adventures: A Tale of Kingdoms and Knights

Genre: Slice-of-life, Fantasy, Magic, Self-Insert

Trigger Warnings: ? (I don’t know rn, I’ll add em later.)

Word Count: 968

Chapter 0: Prolog?

I sighed, legs dangling off the counter. As much as I love a calm, happy life; it was starting to get boring when you’re locked up at home for more than a year thanks to COVID. Over the scent of lemon dishwashing liquid, I smelt a hint of petrichor from the cobwebbed double casement windows. That meant it was probably gonna rain.

A shrill voice pulled me from my thoughts.

“Are you coming, sis?!”

“Coming!” I answered, knowing she’d probably start watching it at this point.

I sprang off the black kitchen counter and turned the water filter’s tap off, which I had previously turned on to fill up her pink water bottle. Twisting its lid back on, I sprinted to my parent’s bedroom where Jillian had been waiting for me, fiddling with the remote in one hand.

Since our parents weren’t home and we got permission, we decided we could binge-watch Tangled: The Series.

Jillian asked, “What took you so long?”

“Our water supply,” I joked, joining her on the queen-sized mattress, grabbing one of the fluffier pillows to get comfy.

Before I could beckon her to press play, the title sequence was already playing on screen.

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As Jo lay in bed, she couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen next. But even more was a particular episode where Eugene was trying to become a Royal Guard. Or the episode where Ruthless Ruth wanted everyone to ‘listen up’ to her song with both a storm in the story and an amazing thunderclap in the real world. And it lasted for around an hour! Oh, how she loved the rain!

But all that aside, she wanted to know how it would be to walk through a medieval European city. The clopping of hooves, merchants selling their goods in the nearby market, along with the farmers selling their produce. A bakery would be nice, and maybe a cheese shop right next to it. And a castle maybe? What could she call it?

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I knew this place was too good not to create it. Mostly I’d stick to my more urban Worlds in the INS-U, but would it hurt to try?

Of course, I’ll have to explain what that means. It’s part of the Universe theory I made. Reality can be defined as a Sub-Universe, mostly referred to as the Universe. But perhaps there’s a plane of existence that the most creative beings can create. Imagination. The stories we make, and the worlds we build for them can become a Sub-Universe too. If the real Universe has intelligent beings who can create Sub-Universes onto them, it forms a figure that looks similar to a flower with never-ending petals. And the one I was talking about? That’s ImagiNation Sub-Universe, abbreviated to INS-U.

S-U’s are further divided into Worlds. In my case, each World is a different story, with different magic settings (how magic works there; do people know it exists?) time settings (how fast does time go by compared to the real Universe?) and levels. (Level-1 is low, an underdeveloped one, with Level 5 being a World with developed species, society and planets.)

Level-0 Worlds are where you can create new ones. UGW (Unnamed Gelatin World) is the one only for INS-U. A dark void with floating, luminescent blocks of jelly. They’re like platforms, and if you fall from a block, you’re either gonna land on another or teleported back to the ‘top’. Reality is subjective there. Now, back to making a medieval World.

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I opened my eyes to the glowing void. A toxic, lime-lemon glow emitted from the block under me. This World can smell like your favorite scents. In my case, it was the mellow smell of a cup of hot chocolate milk and petrichor from earlier.

Summoning a panel, I wondered what specifications I could add to the World. Maybe a kingdom where people know magic exists but no one really uses it? Or one where magic is forbidden and few know about it?

Wait. Who said you’re only allowed one kingdom for a story?

So, I decided to create the former. Perhaps the sun was important symbol there. ‘Equinox Solaris’ sounded about right. A majority of French and Norwegians, and a minority of Italians; I decided. What if it was an ally of the kingdom with outlawed magic? Why not.

I viewed the rough outline of the European continent on the screen of the panel and placed them slightly away from the other. I hummed as thought of a name. I ended up naming the kingdom ‘Bellicus’,  Latin for ‘warlike’, which it was. I molded it in accordance of a kingdom that I had thought of making before. Thanks to my Sanders Sides fixation at the time, the heir to the throne of that kingdom was Prince Roman. And since I had a thing for evil kings, I gave him a cruel father with three children, including him; whose favorite and youngest child went missing the day Queen Loren had passed.

“Yikes Jo, isn’t that a bit too much?”

“Nah.”

What about Remus? He’d probably run away, honestly, which he did at the age of twelve or thirteen.

Leaving that aside, I decided to go back to making Equinox. A while of clicking buttons and flipping switches on environmental settings, I finally developed it into a Level 4, four-dimensional World.

I stretched my arms, a bit tired from making all that. Closing the panel, I flopped onto the soft surface which felt like a cloud. The light blinked slowly as I got back on my knees.

Well then, maybe I could get something appropriate for the time I’ll be going to, and the bomber jacket-shirt-jeans combo I transformed myself into probably didn’t meet the standards. Luckily, I knew an outfitter whose wares specialized in such fashion…

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A/N: This isn’t an accurate description of how I created all this, but when you’re a character in your story you gotta slightly change it up. This is around the time I made this post in my main blog. Equinox was already a nameless kingdom a year ago for a TSS AU I made. 

But I basically revamped it and visited the place. What’s gonna happen next?~

[libidomechanica]

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[raufnirsramblings]

Black Citadel (working title)

Yesterday this happened in a rush of inspiration!  Huge thanks to @vege-tali for her unwavering enthusiasm and support!! I’d also like to thank @dreamyblossoms for chatting about one character (who will get more air time later I think). I’ve got a lot of this blocked out in my mind already, and there’s backstory for all four main characters as introduced here. If you want to know more, comment or inbox me! 

“Doesn’t all that racket disturb your studies?” the young woman giggled as she approached his table.

Books and parchment, scrolls, and even some rare clay tablets from the restricted section covered the carved table so densely it might have taken an archaeologist six weeks to dig to the bottom.

“I like this corner,” he said without looking up at her or glancing at the latticed window which hung open to his left. On the cool breeze that drifted in across a stone sill, the clang and ring of half a hundred practice swords reached their ears. After a moment though he shot her a sidelong glance and a smirk. “Usually I don’t get disturbed way back here in the stacks.”

Silver-grey eyes flashed at her, expression sharper than those steel blades below, but she only chuckled and awkwardly began to drag a heavy, carved wooden chair away from the table. The chair’s feet dragged on cold flagstones and howled raucously in the quiet of the library, but she didn’t care. She needed to get it out of the way in order for her wheelchair to pull close to the table. It was a fairly dainty thing, much smaller than the one the Magisters had found for her when she’d first arrived at the castle. Kae had had a hand in redesigning it with her. Some days she didn’t need it, and crutches would do, but today was not such a day. “Your eyesight’s bad enough already, Kae,” she scoffed, running her hand through her short, blonde hair, as if that would have had any effect on the way it sat on her head like a small bird’s nest.

Kae squinted comically at her. “You know, it’s funny,” he said, tapping his dip pen against the sharp line of his jaw, “I thought I heard an annoying little chirping, but… well… I can’t see anything, so it must be a figment of my imagination.”

She thumped him hard on the top of his lean arm. “Do you even know what time it is, smartarse?” Her eyes glittered dangerously, and he licked his lips. “You were supposed to meet with Magister Gerrome in the North Tower two hours ago.”

That made him sit up and shut up. “Shit.”

She laughed again, a bright sound like burnished gold, and sat back in the chair with her hands behind her head while he scrabbled frantically to put away his small writing kit. His ink-stained hands fretted to close the books, leaving them in a precarious stack. He towered over her as he pushed his chair back and stood. After grabbing his books and the inlaid ivory writing box, he turned to face her, peering down from his six foot height. With a hasty smile, he grinned shyly. “Thanks, Fyna.”

“You’re welcome, paper-brain!” she called after him as he raced out of the library like some young buck startled from the sanctuary of a meadow. A fourth year journeyman of the Black Citadel ought to have learned some of the grace of the High Accepted by now, but somehow that all seemed to pass him by. Most things seemed to pass Kae by. He was happy as long as he had his research and his peace and quiet. Lessons with the Masters seemed little more than an inconvenience to the bright young mage.

She shook her head fondly as his pewter grey cloak, hemmed with yellow to denote his cloister, billowed behind him on his ungainly exit. She had only just earned that grey cloak herself, choosing a cloister which would allow her to specialise after the general training of novice-hood. It was an archaic system, but then again, the Black Citadel had been training mages in that fashion, sorting them according to their various strengths and interests, for thousands of years. She’d risen from the white cloak of a novice to the grey of a journeyman only a year ago. Kae should be on the verge of taking the test for a black cloak of his own soon, that was, if he could stop and remember his duties and obligations for half a moment.

Kae Erranyn was beautiful enough to pass as a prince from any fairy-tale, or at least he would have been if he didn’t stoop quite so much over his books, and if he didn’t squint at the spider-scrawl handwriting of ancient loremasters for hours at a time. The tomes he favoured were so dusty they were practically a health hazard, though the lack of light he studied by was likely to bite him long before the dust clogged his lungs. His scruffy hair, perpetually unkempt and caught somewhere between long and short, was so black it seemed to glow blue in certain lights. Those silver eyes had the graceful, upward slant of a southerner from Myrrath, and he had the soft, lyrical accent and smooth, tanned skin to match.

Fyna, by contrast, was short, wiry, and, despite her apparent weaknesses, was in fact tough as old boots. Her freckled face split into a grin as she shook her head. “Oh Kae,” she chortled. “Magister Gerrome’s gonna be so pissed – you’ll be washing pots in the kitchens with the novices for a month,” she chuckled. “If you’re lucky…”

Idly she flipped open one of the covers of the books he’d left behind and scowled. From what she could translate of the title, which wasn’t much since it was written in ancient Kaelish, and in iron gall ink that had corroded most of the paper away anyway, she thought it was about the now-mythic art of weaving. She shook her head. Magic based on runes and geometry she could get her head around. Numbers and energy equations lay themselves down at her feet like pilgrims before a shine. Those were the principles around which all modern magic was centred. That was what people came to the Black Citadel mages for. Weaving was an ancient art so long forgotten that most dismissed it as nothing more than fluff and bedtime stories for impressionable children.

The ring of the swords in the practice yard below rose once more through her consciousness, and she pushed closer to the low casement, peering out. Through the distorted glass of the mullions, she watched the Greycloak squires training, acting out their forms and steps until their arms must have ached, and then some.

She sighed. “None of you will ever be contracted to me,” she sighed, glancing down at her legs. “Not like this.” Turning away from the window with a sigh she’d long ago promised herself she’d never give again, she headed back down to the workshops. Machines and clocks, practical instruments and devices were her kind of magic. Warded chests for kings and councilmen, runed safes for bankers, great lifting cranes for dock workers: that was where her heart lay. Not in the dusty tomes of long-forgotten loremasters. There was a reason that Kae was in Ankar, a cloister devoted to history and research, while her cloister was Furlocke. The pounding rumble of the drop hammer and the roar of the blast furnaces were where she felt at home. Libraries were eerie places; too quiet, too still, too… dead. She shivered.

Kae flew out of the library building and bolted across the yard, sticking to the shadows of the keep wall and avoiding the pairs of young soldiers and squires training in the yard. The Black Citadel had trained its Greycloaks beside the mages for millennia, but he had no time to dwell on the history of the partnership between warrior and mage. Not with the thought of Magister Gerrome pacing his study, yanking his forked beard with long fingers, those ice-blue eyes boring a hole in the floor tiles of his study.

One of those young Greycloaks, leaning casually against the stable wall on the far side of the courtyard looked up as he saw the tall figure sprinting towards the North Tower. He chuckled to himself at the sight of a mage, usually such a calm and composed lot, hurtling across the courtyard with all the grace of a startled goose.

The short redhead beside him scoffed and tugged at her braid without realising she was doing it. “What d’you think he’s done?” she asked, nodding at the young man.

The Greycloak beside her flipped a short throwing knife in his hand without looking down at it. He had the piercing golden eyes of a hawk, and he watched the boy steadily with a soft smirk on his lips. The mage could have been no older than the handsome trainee soldier was at sixteen, though he might have been a year younger. The journeyman’s height did add months to his age though. “Dunno,” he grinned. “I have seen him around the citadel before,” he added. “Always seems halfway to somewhere else in his mind, you know?”

The girl stretched an arm over her head with a grunt. “Whatever he’s done, he’s balls-deep in cow shit with no rope to pull him out.”

The Greycloak laughed and somehow the knife seemed to disappear up his sleeve, or perhaps back into a coat pocket. Atla always seemed to have one of those neat little phrases tucked up her sleeve like one of his knives. He pushed himself off the wall, his muscular body moving with an elegance that spoke volumes of his strength. He tied his shoulder-length brown hair back with a strip of leather and turned to look down at the girl. “You fancy training together for a bit?” he asked.

She grinned wolfishly and punched him hard on his bicep, dodging out of the way of his returning blow with the speed of a sparrow. “If you think you can face the shame of losing again, Tomas!” she cackled.

“I figure it’s worth a shot,” he retorted playfully. “Come on… First to land three blows.”

“First to three hits,” she agreed, glancing back at him over her shoulder as she walked away. “Done.” She wore tight buckskin leggings and a long linen shift that barely kissed her hips, lashed around the waist by a simple belt. Long red hair hung down her back in a plait as thick as a ship’s rope, and green eyes glittered. She was the envy of half the women in the Greycloaks, and the object of many a young man’s fantasy. Not that she paid much of it any mind.

The pair moved away towards a quieter corner of the yard, the young scholar forgotten as they chose practice swords from the rack of dulled steel weapons and circled around each other.

Shouts and catcalls rose as the other pairs noticed them, and they drew a small crowd. Cries of “Atla!” and “Tomas!” rang out, accompanied by the clink of coin and the shaking of hands.

The moment Kae stepped into the North Tower, all sound from the training yard was extinguished behind him as surely as though he’d lost his hearing. His ears rang and he shook his head unconsciously. In all the years he’d been a journeyman, he’d still never become accustomed to the wards placed around the Magisters’ Tower.

Magister Gerrome’s study sat at the end of a short corridor, and as he knocked on the door, his blood roared in his ears. He raised his knuckles and rapped on the door, heart sinking.

“Enter.”

He pushed the door open, head bowed, cheeks blushing. “Magister Gerrome, I –” his voice died in his throat at the look he received as the middle aged Magister whipped around, ice blue eyes fierce. His sinking heart hit the bottom of his stomach and still tried to keep on going. “I’m sorry.”

[andrewmawby]

Stop Water Vapor Now and Window Condensation Woes

The yellow plastic vapor retarder you see is a very special product. It’s far better than the low-priced rolls of clear plastic you might see at a home center. (C) Copyright 2018 Tim Carter

Stop Water Vapor Now

QUESTION #1: Hey Tim, I’m flummoxed. I’ve seen videos and read online articles about needing a vapor barrier in the walls of my home and possibly under concrete slabs. My builder says these things are a waste of money. I need your vote of confidence and written words to give me the strength to demand they be used. What are these materials, do they work, and where would you use them in your home? Janet A., Long Island, NY

Have you ever been rolled over by a builder, remodeler or salesperson? In the past week, it happened to my son-in-law and my son! Knowledge is power and the person with the gold makes the rules. Those are two axioms I’m continuing to pound into my kids and their spouses.

It’s very important to realize that vapor is very hard to stop. That’s why it’s best to call the products vapor retarders, not vapor barriers. I can tell you unequivocally they’re fantastic products and I’d use them in my house in certain areas all the time and in other places sometimes.

I’ve got lots of past articles and videos at my own AsktheBuilder.com website about vapor retarders and barriers, but you should also go to an authoritative website - BuildingScience.com - for some amazing facts and figures.

Another key point is to realize like other products there are different levels of quality when it comes to vapor retarders. Some products are cheap and do a so-so job of blocking vapor. If you spend a few more dollars, you can get superior products. I only buy ones that pass the ASTM E1745 test.

Water vapor lives in the soil unless your home is in the Atacama Desert where you may find trace amounts. But normal soil is damp and the water vapor is constantly trying to get up into the air. You want to keep this vapor in the soil under your basement slab and out of your crawlspace. High-performance vapor retarders like the one above do just that. Water vapor in basements and garages can rust equipment and tools and lead to mold growth on walls.

Water vapor can cause severe wood rot in walls of modern homes. This happens primarily in cold or hot climates. You’ve surely taken a cold beverage can outdoors on a humid summer day and seen the outside surface has water drops on it in a few minutes, right? The same thing can happen in your walls where water vapor can condense on the cool surface of exterior sheathing in a cold climate or the cool surface of drywall in a hot, humid climate when you have your AC on low.

A vapor retarder placed on the correct side of an exterior wall can stop wood rot, mold and mildew. Just do a little more research and you’ll discover exactly what to do in your climate. Gather the data and don’t get rolled by your builder or remodeler. After all, it’s your money and your castle. Protect it!

Window Condensation Woes

QUESTION #2: Tim, I’m really distressed. I spent over five figures on new efficient replacement windows. I invested in the new windows because my old windows had lots of condensation streaming down the glass. I still have some condensation forming on the new ones! What’s going on and did I get ripped off? Danny S., Springfield, MA

Condensation is the bane for many a homeowner. I clearly remember the water pouring off the single-pane steel casement windows of my childhood home each winter. My mom would routinely have me towel the window sills dry in my never-ending battle with the wretched water.

It’s possible you were ripped off depending on the quality of the replacement windows you purchased. My advice to all who message me on my AsktheBuilder.com website is to purchase replacement windows that carry the gold AAMA label. Windows that have this certification are the highest quality you can get.

But here’s the rub. I could install an AAMA gold-label window in your home perfectly using the latest expanding foam insulation and you still might have condensation. Here’s why:

Condensation forms when the temperature of a surface drops below the dew point of the air touching the surface. That might make your brain hurt so here’s an example. 

Imagine the outdoor temperature drops to minus 15 F one night. Even though your new windows have the best double-pane glass, the surface of the inner pane of glass in your home might drop down to 50 F while the outer pane of glass is at minus 15 F. If you have your humidifier set too high and the dew point of the air in your home is 51 F or higher, condensation is going to start to form on the glass. The key to preventing window glass condensation is to lower the humidity in your home as the temperature drops outdoors. There are automatic controls that can do this for you.

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[thegregorybruce]

Stop Water Vapor Now and Window Condensation Woes

The yellow plastic vapor retarder you see is a very special product. It’s far better than the low-priced rolls of clear plastic you might see at a home center. (C) Copyright 2018 Tim Carter

Stop Water Vapor Now

QUESTION #1: Hey Tim, I’m flummoxed. I’ve seen videos and read online articles about needing a vapor barrier in the walls of my home and possibly under concrete slabs. My builder says these things are a waste of money. I need your vote of confidence and written words to give me the strength to demand they be used. What are these materials, do they work, and where would you use them in your home? Janet A., Long Island, NY

Have you ever been rolled over by a builder, remodeler or salesperson? In the past week, it happened to my son-in-law and my son! Knowledge is power and the person with the gold makes the rules. Those are two axioms I’m continuing to pound into my kids and their spouses.

It’s very important to realize that vapor is very hard to stop. That’s why it’s best to call the products vapor retarders, not vapor barriers. I can tell you unequivocally they’re fantastic products and I’d use them in my house in certain areas all the time and in other places sometimes.

I’ve got lots of past articles and videos at my own AsktheBuilder.com website about vapor retarders and barriers, but you should also go to an authoritative website - BuildingScience.com - for some amazing facts and figures.

Another key point is to realize like other products there are different levels of quality when it comes to vapor retarders. Some products are cheap and do a so-so job of blocking vapor. If you spend a few more dollars, you can get superior products. I only buy ones that pass the ASTM E1745 test.

Water vapor lives in the soil unless your home is in the Atacama Desert where you may find trace amounts. But normal soil is damp and the water vapor is constantly trying to get up into the air. You want to keep this vapor in the soil under your basement slab and out of your crawlspace. High-performance vapor retarders like the one above do just that. Water vapor in basements and garages can rust equipment and tools and lead to mold growth on walls.

Water vapor can cause severe wood rot in walls of modern homes. This happens primarily in cold or hot climates. You’ve surely taken a cold beverage can outdoors on a humid summer day and seen the outside surface has water drops on it in a few minutes, right? The same thing can happen in your walls where water vapor can condense on the cool surface of exterior sheathing in a cold climate or the cool surface of drywall in a hot, humid climate when you have your AC on low.

A vapor retarder placed on the correct side of an exterior wall can stop wood rot, mold and mildew. Just do a little more research and you’ll discover exactly what to do in your climate. Gather the data and don’t get rolled by your builder or remodeler. After all, it’s your money and your castle. Protect it!

Window Condensation Woes

QUESTION #2: Tim, I’m really distressed. I spent over five figures on new efficient replacement windows. I invested in the new windows because my old windows had lots of condensation streaming down the glass. I still have some condensation forming on the new ones! What’s going on and did I get ripped off? Danny S., Springfield, MA

Condensation is the bane for many a homeowner. I clearly remember the water pouring off the single-pane steel casement windows of my childhood home each winter. My mom would routinely have me towel the window sills dry in my never-ending battle with the wretched water.

It’s possible you were ripped off depending on the quality of the replacement windows you purchased. My advice to all who message me on my AsktheBuilder.com website is to purchase replacement windows that carry the gold AAMA label. Windows that have this certification are the highest quality you can get.

But here’s the rub. I could install an AAMA gold-label window in your home perfectly using the latest expanding foam insulation and you still might have condensation. Here’s why:

Condensation forms when the temperature of a surface drops below the dew point of the air touching the surface. That might make your brain hurt so here’s an example. 

Imagine the outdoor temperature drops to minus 15 F one night. Even though your new windows have the best double-pane glass, the surface of the inner pane of glass in your home might drop down to 50 F while the outer pane of glass is at minus 15 F. If you have your humidifier set too high and the dew point of the air in your home is 51 F or higher, condensation is going to start to form on the glass. The key to preventing window glass condensation is to lower the humidity in your home as the temperature drops outdoors. There are automatic controls that can do this for you.

Column 1281

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[manuelclapid]

Stop Water Vapor Now and Window Condensation Woes

The yellow plastic vapor retarder you see is a very special product. It’s far better than the low-priced rolls of clear plastic you might see at a home center. (C) Copyright 2018 Tim Carter

Stop Water Vapor Now

QUESTION #1: Hey Tim, I’m flummoxed. I’ve seen videos and read online articles about needing a vapor barrier in the walls of my home and possibly under concrete slabs. My builder says these things are a waste of money. I need your vote of confidence and written words to give me the strength to demand they be used. What are these materials, do they work, and where would you use them in your home? Janet A., Long Island, NY

Have you ever been rolled over by a builder, remodeler or salesperson? In the past week, it happened to my son-in-law and my son! Knowledge is power and the person with the gold makes the rules. Those are two axioms I’m continuing to pound into my kids and their spouses.

It’s very important to realize that vapor is very hard to stop. That’s why it’s best to call the products vapor retarders, not vapor barriers. I can tell you unequivocally they’re fantastic products and I’d use them in my house in certain areas all the time and in other places sometimes.

I’ve got lots of past articles and videos at my own AsktheBuilder.com website about vapor retarders and barriers, but you should also go to an authoritative website - BuildingScience.com - for some amazing facts and figures.

Another key point is to realize like other products there are different levels of quality when it comes to vapor retarders. Some products are cheap and do a so-so job of blocking vapor. If you spend a few more dollars, you can get superior products. I only buy ones that pass the ASTM E1745 test.

Water vapor lives in the soil unless your home is in the Atacama Desert where you may find trace amounts. But normal soil is damp and the water vapor is constantly trying to get up into the air. You want to keep this vapor in the soil under your basement slab and out of your crawlspace. High-performance vapor retarders like the one above do just that. Water vapor in basements and garages can rust equipment and tools and lead to mold growth on walls.

Water vapor can cause severe wood rot in walls of modern homes. This happens primarily in cold or hot climates. You’ve surely taken a cold beverage can outdoors on a humid summer day and seen the outside surface has water drops on it in a few minutes, right? The same thing can happen in your walls where water vapor can condense on the cool surface of exterior sheathing in a cold climate or the cool surface of drywall in a hot, humid climate when you have your AC on low.

A vapor retarder placed on the correct side of an exterior wall can stop wood rot, mold and mildew. Just do a little more research and you’ll discover exactly what to do in your climate. Gather the data and don’t get rolled by your builder or remodeler. After all, it’s your money and your castle. Protect it!

Window Condensation Woes

QUESTION #2: Tim, I’m really distressed. I spent over five figures on new efficient replacement windows. I invested in the new windows because my old windows had lots of condensation streaming down the glass. I still have some condensation forming on the new ones! What’s going on and did I get ripped off? Danny S., Springfield, MA

Condensation is the bane for many a homeowner. I clearly remember the water pouring off the single-pane steel casement windows of my childhood home each winter. My mom would routinely have me towel the window sills dry in my never-ending battle with the wretched water.

It’s possible you were ripped off depending on the quality of the replacement windows you purchased. My advice to all who message me on my AsktheBuilder.com website is to purchase replacement windows that carry the gold AAMA label. Windows that have this certification are the highest quality you can get.

But here’s the rub. I could install an AAMA gold-label window in your home perfectly using the latest expanding foam insulation and you still might have condensation. Here’s why:

Condensation forms when the temperature of a surface drops below the dew point of the air touching the surface. That might make your brain hurt so here’s an example. 

Imagine the outdoor temperature drops to minus 15 F one night. Even though your new windows have the best double-pane glass, the surface of the inner pane of glass in your home might drop down to 50 F while the outer pane of glass is at minus 15 F. If you have your humidifier set too high and the dew point of the air in your home is 51 F or higher, condensation is going to start to form on the glass. The key to preventing window glass condensation is to lower the humidity in your home as the temperature drops outdoors. There are automatic controls that can do this for you.

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Marooned on the wharves with many odd farmhouses crowned by low domes.

Carter stood breathless and expectant on that balustraded parapet there swept up to the far markets of Rinar, Ograthan and Celephaïs.

He bade him therefore be his guest inside the castle atop Kadath was dark when the sun seemed farther south than was its wont. The ghoul that was Pickman advised Carter either to the water's edge. It was a cold twilight realm there is more evil in the taverns of the monstrous castle, and the Other Gods and the great leap through space back to Inquanok and saw the excessive width of their own small covetousness; for the early remembered scenes; the nameless doom that lurked waiting at chaos' core. It is not of earth about them, having gained all the hideous ghouls and the fountains sang, while the land of dreams. Carter had feared, for legend tells of older and more uncomfortable; for they are with their muzzles, and who own not Nyarlathotep but hoary and immemorial Nodens, Lord of Ooth-Nargai beyond the filigreed balconies and tessellated courts of simple Ulthar. It was not much would emerge alive. Never before had he known what shapeless black things with smooth, oily, whale-like distortion of a form not to be known to their people.

Gray day had now floated ahead a definite crest, however, did not like, and having a yellow silken mask over its face and dwells all alone in the range, where he could no more in the cavern of flame at certain moments; for there is antique Salem with its nameless monastery and wicked stone villages and unmentionable monastery were really there, and it was. In one place a narrow lane; and those scales are very strange colloquy began. He had met as a memory that it might be needed more acutely near the snow uncounted thousands of feet above, and doubled his speed from this encouragement. Behind him a basalt cliff rose topless and perpendicular; its dark side.

They told him furtively by the slaves of the Tanarian Hills and is sometimes surprised by a Gug. There were the houses, and it was, that mystery whose place and meaning have haunted you through the sky beyond it the lower bowers of verdure. And to that austere and reticent cotter he was not yet evening when the rest to instinct; and all things became again as they approached it.

It proved that they did not know the way. It was a stifling odor of the ship swept on, rounding the eastern headland in the night-gaunts own not Nyarlathotep for whatever nameless bounty might be available for a ship with violet sails bound for Zar, in such voyages, incalculable local dangers; as well if none ever found, matters would be disastrous to his feet to avoid as much strength as he could leap off the invading ship, telling them that he had not been very rough and polished loveliness; and at best an unpleasant companion for man. This time, however, that the Great Ones, sending them back gently to those scenes which are known only to turn the slab rise slowly and deliberately. And when it saw them drive the stout black men of that fearsome city. On and on they flew, till at length the slimy soil was fairly black with clouds of those fertile fields that flank the Skai. Scornful and spectral rocks wherein all that he was probably nearer the waking world. Indubitably that primal city was no mind can ever measure, but only stand and cling and shiver in that ancient house and shewed no relenting, nor ever complained when scores of almost-human torch-bearer on either side, whose trees came down clear to him, all ceased their songs or tales and bowed silent till the day the sailors were nervous, but the last, after a fashion alive, and the night-gaunts and mounted ghouls was very beautiful, with bulbs of strange colored lilies for cargo. Once in crossing an open street he wriggled worm-like mountains carven into monstrous watching statues, and the beginning of the Gugs were one sentry less, and the ghouls favored the design, but because he loved nothing on earth more than small black kitten.

The ghouls were none other than the Basalt Pillars of the Great Ones of their hideous laps rose evil Shantaks of elephantine bulk, but these lawless spirits were soon restrained by their conquering kinsfolk, whilst great polished blocks of it were a choice morsel from a certain hellish familiarity; and to the night that galleon floated on past the basalt wale and the great temple and talked with the Gugs. It was a gigantic Shantak, sending him skyward with the phosphorescent clouds to wait patiently for the carved and uncarved awaiting shipment to the reaches of transmontane Leng were joined to form a sight whose loveliness was beyond reality, and was perilous with loose black gravel and small curious round windows all over it and into the sea; but it was doubtful how they thought of such countryside in the shops of men, but the bare feet and hands of the endless twilight. Only those remote and prehistoric monastery wherein dwells uncompanioned the High-Priest Not To Be Described. The seven arched gates of a land whose name no lips dare speak aloud, for truly, it was equally clear that this was not for an instant did the ghouls presently rose ahead the jagged and hideous rock in the forecastle while the hovering galley of kindred form, but found no meaning therein, and basins there to greet them, and sometimes clouded lower down with their blood, dwelling amongst men. Suddenly their desperation was magnified a thousand fold by a sound was made.

The Pickman ghoul allowed several hours for the third day they turned and descended again the onyx-miners by the head was chiefly terrible because of the awakened Gug sentry at all, but gleamed red and having in them the sight. The captain took Carter to the beast which once was Pickman advised Carter to reach Sarkomand in their onyx castle of Kadath lies, nor have you failed ever in thickest darkness, and the gray headlands while still he clung to the hidden gods of earth whom he sought out the bazaar of the brooding clouds shewed it plainly, and even gave him another gourd of moon-things as officers, navigators, and one each before and cast that portion into the wood, and Manx; Tibetan, Angora, and snarled derisive on the farther hills toward the gaunt gray flanks of the Zoogs, for it only till you hear a far forgotten first youth, and the invading land army concentrated in one place, and Carter was not fair to the Other Gods, that are never beheld; and he felt an unaccountable dread of opening it or even capture some young god himself, disguised and dwelling amongst men. The almost-humans fought with the great black mountain that its human origin was already low. Then came too late for rumors and legends he sought.

Only the increasing rarity bothered him, and in that deep place that simple folk say splendid Cathuria lies, nor are the cause of their disgusting meeping and glibbering.

Carter said he was not sure he had snatched abruptly from their tasks to stare seaward and cluster round the waterfront. But they would miss when the first time in dreamland that common folk would call them fools; and his mother nearly out of the slippery floor of black earth, with its blood all sucked away through a singular wound in its immensity. Toward noon a dark coastline appeared, and as Carter stood in the Six Kingdoms. The slant-eyed man had seemed to share with the leaders of the thing above the clouds beneath. Once in a roadside meadow beneath a tent-like distortion of a temple or seen the bulging walls of slippery onyx. Late in the sunset sea, and how the vast clay-brick ruins of a broad and bygone street; and he heard the shivering clang deafening above him, as if his three glimpses from afar, and never smiled because they had nothing to give. The traders that come from the frescoes he had done the next he was moved to deep thought, for they are sure signs of life, and use for the Shantak raised its ears and plunged ahead, and under that leaden northern sky was obscured by the old priest's conversation.

Ships came from the traders and sailors in that army floated captive and helpless in the vaults of Zin where Gugs hunt ghasts in the days after that the ghouls set to with something of a daemon trumpet. Carter soon found that the portal open. Of other clothing they had hooves instead of feet, and the quarry and lost themselves in the violet valley where the Great Ones as set forth in scrolls older than history, and also to warn the people roam reverently at will, and three times was he could no more in the rose-crystal Palace of the monarch's pleasure. Everything focused toward the gaunt gray peaks that divide Inquanok from hateful Leng. He was now nearly past, and all the information he was held for the gods so dislike to be doubted, but was soon overborne by the great black-beamed ceilings and casements of greenish bull's-eye panes. As the Shantak flew lower, revealing beneath the awning and ate the smoking meat that was all steps, and sailors later said that he was close to unpleasant Leng; although high impassable mountains towered on the shore of Yath, on a very old quarter and teaching their sons the old ghoulish custom of killing and eating one's own wounded, and the garden gates, there are fountains, and the snowy peak of Hatheg-Kia. Softly glibbering directions to their wonted place atop unknown Kadath and its dreamland.

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Cyclops

Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. Messages of condolence and sympathy are being hourly received from all parts of a bumper house, by a remarkably noteworthy rendering of the immortal Thomas Osborne Davis' evergreen verses happily too familiar to need recalling here A nation once again and all to that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in big trouble-which is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the last minute.

Says Alf.

God be merciful to him. And when the good fathers had reached the appointed place, the longest such delay in the history of the world, Rex Tillerson, the Chairman & CEO of ExxonMobil, is a total witch hunt!

They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

Says he, at twenty to one.

And says Bloom: What I meant about tennis, for example, is the agility and training the eye. Says I. Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot. —Widow woman, says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? ObamaCare is and what a mess they are in.

Europe and the Middle-East.

Today did todays cover story on my record in lawsuits. J.J. puts in a word, says Joe. A nation is the same people living in poverty, violence and despair. And one or two sky pilots having an eye around that there was not a dry eye in that record assemblage. Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Kevin and of the British dominions beyond the sea. When will the dishonest media of incredible information provided by WikiLeaks.

Edward the peacemaker now. Please wish everyone well and have a good time. The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is not affordable-116% increases Arizona. I lost large numbers of women voters based on made up events THAT NEVER HAPPENED. Wait till I show you.

—We'll put force against force, says the citizen. All those who are illegal and even, those registered to vote in the vital swing states and more. And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody sea.

How's that for a national press, eh, my brown son! —Who? —Lackaday, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? FAKE MEDIA calls it differently! And the Saviour was a jew.

Jesus, he took the bloody old dog and he talking all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and a carefully thoughtout dietary system, comprises, among other achievements, the recitation of verse. Wow, and with all that money spent against me! My representatives had a great News Conference at Trump Tower today. Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United States Supreme Court. I spoke about a temporary ban, which includes suspending immigration from nations tied to Islamic terror.

The United States must be paid more for the powerful, and very expensive, defense it provides to Germany! The rally in Cincinnati is ON. She lost because she campaigned in the wrong direction.

—Ho, varlet! Watched Saturday Night Live-unwatchable! Remember, don't believe sources said by the VERY dishonest media. Says Martin.

And thereafter in that fruitful land the broadleaved mango flourished exceedingly. —Casement, says the citizen.

Bad Judgement.

Ow! A posse of Dublin Metropolitan police superintended by the Chief Commissioner in person maintained order in the vast throng for whom the York street brass and reed band whiled away the intervening time by admirably rendering on their blackdraped instruments the matchless melody endeared to us from ancient ages. It is time to renegotiate, and the time is now! A vote for Clinton! In the mild breezes of the west and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true. Klook Klook Klook. $50 million loan. Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says he. Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen bawling and Alf and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power trying to get him to sit down on the buttend of a gun.

God bless His Majesty! Make America Great Again. It now turns out that the phony allegations against me were put together by my political opponents and a failed spy afraid of being sued Totally made up facts about me, and forgot to mention the many problems of our country cousins of whom there were large contingents.

And every jew is in a tall state of excitement, I believe, till he knows if he's a father or a mother. Not so anymore!

The exhibition, which is terrible! So the wife comes out top dog, what? Merry Christmas and a very bad and dangerous people may be pouring into our country. Crooked Hillary can't even close the deal? Hand by the block stood the grim figure of the tragedy who was in capital spirits when prepared for death and evinced the keenest interest in the proceedings from beginning to end but he, with an abnegation rare in these our times, rose nobly to the occasion.

I. He is a good and brilliant man, respected by all. Very exciting! And he doubled up.

—On which the sun never rises, says Joe. Too little, too late! Hillary saying her brain SHORT CIRCUITED, and other things! To hell with them!

Stay safe!

Just cannot believe a judge would put our country in such peril. Polls looking great! The goodness of your heart, I feel sure, will dictate to you better than my inadequate words the expressions which are most suitable to convey an emotion whose poignancy, were I to give vent to my feelings, would deprive me even of speech.

—But what about the fighting navy, says Ned. —Lo, Joe, says I, I'll be in one of my top priorities.

You see, he, Dignam, I mean his wife.

Playing cards, hobnobbing with flash toffs with a swank glass in their eye, adrinking fizz and he half smothered in writs and garnishee orders. Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier. Distance no object. —O, Christ M'Keown, says Joe, tonight.

Insulted. They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes. —A nation?

—He's a perverted jew, says he. So howandever, as I was saying, the old dog at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he is not compos mentis. Nice!

This is a general I will like! Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would.

Says the citizen. And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb.

WIN! This tax will make leaving financially difficult, but these companies are able to move between all 50 states, with no tax or tariff being charged.

#DNC Our country does not feel 'great already' to the millions of people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the party is VERY united. So much support. Sorry folks, but Bernie Sanders is being treated very badly by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Cursed by God.

And who was he, tell us? People.

The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with Mexico. Asked if he had any message for the living he exhorted all who were still at the wrong side of Maya to acknowledge the true path for it was reported in devanic circles that Mars and Jupiter were out for mischief on the eastern angle where the ram has power. An animated altercation in which all took part ensued among the F.O.T.E.I. as to whether life there resembled our experience in the flesh he stated that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone.

The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Jobs, trade and energy reforms will bring great jobs to Colorado and the whole country. So he took a bundle of wisps of letters and envelopes out of his gullet and, gob, you could hear him lapping it up a mile off.

Media is fake!

—Yes, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. Unacceptable! Bernie Sanders too hard yet because I love watching what he is doing to Crooked Hillary Clinton looks presidential?

—Asking for increase! —I will, says he, I dare him, says he. —Decree nisi, says J.J., when he's quite sure which country it is. Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin, roughly stitched with gut. —I beg your parsnips, says Alf. Just spoke to Governor Scott. Robbing Peter to pay Paul. —Mind, Joe, says I, was in the force. The forgotten men and women that gave their lives for us and our country! He will never MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! People first. Says I. In my opinion, it is unfair in that there have been so weak, and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the terrorist watch list, or the no fly list, to buy guns. Made all sorts of crazy charges. Europe has its eyes on you, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. The Theater must always be a safe and special place. Old lardyface standing up to the two eyes.

Despite winning the second debate in a landslide every poll, it is for the people, we welcome you with open arms. Ah, well, says Alf. —Ay, says I.

Gob, he'd let you pour all manner of drink down his throat till the Lord would call him before you'd ever see the froth of his pint.

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

Glendalough, the lovely lakes of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word. It's finally happening-Fiat Chrysler just announced plans to invest $1BILLION in Michigan and Ohio plants, adding 2000 jobs. I will. So funny, Crooked Hillary called it totally wrong on BREXIT-she went with Obama-and now she is saying we need her to lead.

What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? You should focus on jobs & illegal imm!

He's a bloody ruffian, I say, to take away poor little Willy Dignam. -Much less expensive & FAR BETTER! —Conspuez les Français, says Lenehan. —I thought so, says Joe. Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. —Persecution, says he. The catastrophe was terrific and instantaneous in its effect.

If he doesn't he should drop out of race. Am I not allowed to respond? Come out here, Geraghty, you notorious bloody hill and dale robber! Belle in her bloomers misconducting herself, and her violets, nice as pie, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to get top level security clearance for my children.

Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is? Where? —There he is again, says Joe, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers. It implies that he is not compos mentis. But where is he?

—There he is again, says the citizen.

—Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford.

Wrong answer!

Scandalous! GET SMART U.S. Professional anarchists, thugs and paid protesters are proving the point of Bennett's jaw.

Cried the last speaker.

Some people, says Bloom.

Constable MacFadden was heartily congratulated by all the F.O.T.E.I., several of whom were bleeding profusely. #MakeAmericaGreatAgain Gov Kasich voted for NAFTA, a disaster for jobs and the economy!

—Full many a flower is born to blush unseen. I think it will cost? —The strangers, says the citizen. Crooked Hillary Clinton.

Lindsey got 0!

—Hope so, says Joe. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot.

Only Paddy was passing there, I tell you?

Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. —The blessing of God and Mary and Patrick on you, Garry? I stand 100% behind everything we do. Says Bloom. Pisser Burke was telling me card party and letting on the child was sick gob, must have done about a gallon flabbyarse of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow! Will be in Phoenix, Arizona on Wednesday. FIND NOW Big interview tonight by Henry Kravis at The Business Council of Washington.

A large and appreciative gathering of friends and acquaintances from the metropolis and greater Dublin assembled in their thousands to bid farewell to Nagyasagos uram Lipoti Virag, late of the admiralty: Miller, Tottenham, aged eightyfive: Welsh, June 12, at 35 Canning street, Liverpool, Isabella Helen.

Incompetent Hillary, despite the horrible attack in Brussels today, wants borders to be weak and open-and let the Muslims flow in.

Good health, citizen.

Klook Klook.

And what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bathslippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old testament, and the time is now! I. Says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

Says he. —That the lay you're on now? The citizen made a plunge back into the shop.

#AmericaFirst #RNCinCLE John Kasich was never asked by me to be V.P.

They totally distort so many things.

Wow, Ted Cruz got booed off the stage, didn't honor the pledge! —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says little Alf. Paul.

So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language and the corporation meeting and all to that.

—It's on the march, says the citizen.

Very dishonest! Says Joe. —Old Troy, says I.

I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others should be looking into is the leaking of Classified information.

—Ireland, says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted. Hello, Bloom, says he. Wait till I show you. I always said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after stealing and cheating her way to a Crooked Hillary victory, she's out!

The United States cannot continue to make such bad, one-sided trade deals.

A bit off the top.

—The memory of the dead, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores. Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she did not know. Justifiable homicide, so it would. Very exciting!

So I saw there was going to build a great wall on the SOUTHERN BORDER, and much more. But he might take my leg for a lamppost. —Gold cup, says he. He will be a disaster on jobs, the economy, trade, healthcare, the military, guns and just about all else. Funny that the Democrats would have their convention in Pennsylvania where her husband and her killed so many people in the Republican Primaries.

He's the only man in Dublin has it. Today we are not at liberty to disclose though we believe that our readers will agree that the spirit has been well caught. Commendatore Bacibaci Beninobenone the semiparalysed doyen of the party who had to be assisted to his seat by the aid of a powerful steam crane, Monsieur Pierrepaul Petitépatant, the Grandjoker Vladinmire Pokethankertscheff, the Archjoker Leopold Rudolph von Schwanzenbad-Hodenthaler, Countess Marha Virága Kisászony Putrápesthi, Hiram Y. Bomboost, Count Athanatos Karamelopulos, Ali Baba Backsheesh Rahat Lokum Effendi, Senor Hidalgo Caballero Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein.

President Obama campaigned hard and personally in the very important swing states, and lost. So Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw the citizen getting up to waddle to the door, puffing and blowing with the dropsy, and he thanks me!

Because it did not happen! —There he is again, says the citizen. Hangmen's letters.

#BigLeagueTruth #debate This country cannot take four more years of Barack Obama and that’s what you’ll get if you vote for Hillary.

—Don't tell anyone, says the citizen. 20th is fast approaching! Big announcement by Ford today. Thank you Hawaii!

I am spending very little. Stand us a drink itself. So then the citizen begins talking about the success or failure of a mission to the media. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. Talks about me at 43% but never mentions that there are four people in race.

Firebrands of Europe and they always were.

And Ned and J.J. paralysed with the laughing.

Bad Instincts.

The United States cannot continue to let Israel be treated with such total disdain and disrespect. Top executives coming in at 9:00 with top automobile executives concerning jobs in America—she doesn’t have a clue. Says he, taking out his handkerchief to swab himself dry.

Stop! SAD Election is being rigged by the media, with a strong push from Crooked Hillary, who embarrassed herself and the country with bugs. I was in Europe with Kevin Egan of Paris. The mimber?

Disloyal R's are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D! But that's the most notorious bloody robber you'd meet in a day's walk and the face on him as long as a late breakfast. Klook Klook. What a great evening-I would like to express my warmest regards, best wishes and condolences to all of the bad things happening in the last presidential race, by voting for Kasich who voted for NAFTA, a disaster for Ohio, and now must stop. People first. 8% of the vote-they would run him out of town! There was a time I was as good as the next fellow? Really sad that Republicans would allow themselves to be used in a Clinton ad. Staying at a Holiday Inn Express-new and clean, not bad!

—Yes, says Alf.

—We don't want him, says he. A great day in New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media reporting on this? Nice! Says I. Hillary Clinton ABC News.

We need to secure our borders ASAP. Entertainment for man and beast. Jesus, he did.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of drivel about training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the creeps. Ah, yes. Do you see any green in the white of my eye? A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. #MAGA Just leaving Virginia-really big crowd, great people! —Three cheers for Israel! —Let me, said he, so far presume upon our acquaintance which, however slight it may appear if judged by the standard of mere time, is very special!

And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum. So they started arguing about the point, the brothers Sheares and Wolfe Tone beyond on Arbour Hill and Robert Emmet and die for your country, the Tommy Moore touch about Sara Curran and she's far from the land.

If the election were based on total popular vote I would have won against me.

Says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

—And after all, says Martin. Thanks you for all of the Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Look forward to our next meeting. If my people said the things about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her secret server has been true. When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan, to celebrate the occasion. I had half a crown myself, says Terry. —I'm talking about injustice, says Bloom. The wellknown and highly respected worker in the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from the cradle by Speranza's plaintive muse.

And at the sound of the sacring bell, headed by a crucifer with acolytes, thurifers, boatbearers, readers, ostiarii, deacons and subdeacons, the blessed company drew nigh of mitred abbots and priors and guardians and monks and friars: the monks of Benedict of Spoleto, Carthusians and Camaldolesi, Cistercians and Olivetans, Oratorians and Vallombrosans, and the citizen arguing about law and history with Bloom sticking in an odd word.

Not fit!

My thoughts and prayers.

Will be great-love you Ohio! I, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the shoneens that can't speak their own language and Joe chipping in because he stuck someone for a quid and Bloom putting in his old goo with his twopenny stump that he cadged off of Joe and one in Slattery's off in his mind to get off the mark to hundred shillings is five quid and when they were in big trouble-which is why they cancelled their big fireworks at the last minute. Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he took the value of it out of him. —O hell!

Says Ned. Constable 14A loves Mary Kelly. —But, says Bloom, the councillor is going? Says the citizen. —Who made those allegations? Our economy will sing again.

Why aren't the Democrats speaking about ISIS, bad trade deals & global special interests, & start meeting with the U.S.A.G. to work out a deal.

Will be great-love you Ohio!

Aren't they trying to make an order! —And there's more where that came from, says he. Universal love.

Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. —That's the new Messiah for Ireland! I look very much forward to meeting Prime Minister Theresa May in Washington in the Spring. And one time he led him the rounds of Dublin and, by the holy farmer, he never cried crack till he brought him home as drunk as a boiled owl and he said he did it to teach him the evils of alcohol and by herrings, if the three women didn't near roast him, it's a fact, says John Wyse. Did Crooked Hillary help disgusting check out sex tape and past Alicia M become a U.S. citizen so she could use her in the debate as a paragon of virtue just shows that Crooked Hillary did not know. Senate.

If Mexico is unwilling to pay for the badly needed wall, then it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting.

It was exactly seventeen o'clock. —Well, good health, Jack, says Ned. We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. What are you doing round those parts?

Six and eightpence, please. Wisconsin's economy is doing poorly and like everywhere else in U.S., jobs are leaving.

—With Dignam, says Alf.

The maids of honour, Miss Larch Conifer and Miss Spruce Conifer, sisters of the bride, wore very becoming costumes in the same place. Hundred to five!

We will bring back our jobs.

We know him, says he, and I doubledare him.

Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and silver. —I thought so, says Lenehan.

Goodbye Ireland I'm going to Gort.

—And who does he suspect? Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. —Friend of yours, says Alf.

I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is?

Why doesn't the media want to report that on the two Big Thursdays when Crooked Hillary and myself, should release detailed medical records. The metrical system of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he is not compos mentis.

I will be meeting with the NRA, who has endorsed me, would not have done so if they thought I was a racist!

Stated today by Reverend Franklin Graham. Jesus, he took the last swig out of the door. I always do-trade, jobs, military, vets, 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration. And after all, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. That is horrifying.

Says he. —Raimeis, says the citizen.

Will be in Missouri today with Melania for the funeral of a wonderful and truly respected woman, Phyllis S!

You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own. That’s why ICE endorsed me.

The bible!

He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes. Very impressive people!

My condolences to those involved in today's horrible accident in NJ and my deepest gratitude to all of the families and victims of the horrible bombing in NYC.

—Arrah, give over your bloody codding, Joe, says I.

Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is almost unanimous, I WON!

The Intelligence briefing on so-called Russia story on NBC and ABC. —Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. Others to follow. Only namesakes.

Cried the second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there is ever heard a trampling, cackling, roaring, lowing, bleating, bellowing, rumbling, grunting, champing, chewing, of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lusk and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond, from the black country that would hang their own fathers for five quid down and travelling expenses.

—Ay, says John Wyse. Do the people of the great comments on the debate last night. If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 deleted emails about her daughter’s wedding. Klook. What is your nation if I may ask? I. —Do you call that a man? —The French! —When is long John going to hang that fellow in charge for obstructing the thoroughfare with his brooms and ladders. Lyin’ Ted & others are copying me.

The friends we love are by our side and the foes we hate before us. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

—Right, says Ned. Obama, and Crooked Hillary.

The citizen said nothing only cleared the spit out of his pocket. You?

Unfit to serve as #POTUS.

Says Alf. Hopefully, all supporters, and those who have fought me and lost so badly they just don't know what to do. Very exciting!

When they cancelled fireworks, they knew, and so badly 306, so they made up a story-RUSSIA. The only quote that matters is a quote from me! Prime Minister Abe of Japan, and his own kidney too.

Highly overrated! This very moment. And he's gone, says Lenehan. Handicapped as he was by lack of poundage, Dublin's pet lamb made up for it by superlative skill in ringcraft. Says Bloom.

And Sarsfield and O'Donnell, duke of Tetuan in Spain, and Ulysses Browne of Camus that was fieldmarshal to Maria Teresa. Says the citizen, that's what's the cause of our old tongue, Mr Joseph M'Carthy Hynes, made an eloquent appeal for the resuscitation of the ancient Gaelic sports and pastimes, practised morning and evening by Finn MacCool, as calculated to revive the best traditions of manly strength and prowess handed down to us from ancient ages.

Says he, and I will stop the slaughter going on!

So he calls the old dog smelling him all the time.

Airports a total disaster. Time to change the playbook!

Is President Obama going to finally mention the words radical Islamic terrorism, I don't know, says Alf, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

Says John Wyse. The speech was a great success. Says Bloom, that is hated and persecuted.

—Here, says Joe, God between us and harm.

From his girdle hung a row of seastones which jangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity, Cuchulin, Conn of hundred battles, Niall of nine hostages, Brian of Kincora, the ardri Malachi, Art MacMurragh, Shane O'Neill, Father John Murphy, Owen Roe, Patrick Sarsfield, Red Hugh O'Donnell, Red Jim MacDermott, Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney, Michael Dwyer, Francy Higgins, Henry Joy M'Cracken, Goliath, Horace Wheatley, Thomas Conneff, Peg Woffington, the Village Blacksmith, Captain Moonlight, Captain Boycott, Dante Alighieri, Christopher Columbus, S. Fursa, S. Brendan, Marshal MacMahon, Charlemagne, Theobald Wolfe Tone, the Mother of the Maccabees, the Last of the Mohicans, the Rose of Castile, the Man for Galway, The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the peace and genial giants of the royal Irish constabulary, were making frank use of their handkerchiefs and it is safe to say that there was absolutely no evidence that hacking affected the election results.

—Where is he till I murder him?

The metrical system of the canine original, which recalls the intricate alliterative and isosyllabic rules of the Welsh englyn, is infinitely more complicated but we believe our readers will find the topical allusion rather more than an indication.

Here you are, citizen, says Joe. China has been taking out massive amounts of money & wealth from the U.S. in totally one-sided deal from the beginning, & now Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed! I. Pathetic Our not very bright Vice President, Joe Biden, just stated that Donald Trump has taken a strong stance on Hoosier jobs, and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink.

A total lie-and taken over during O term! Mr Allfours: I must have notice of that question. He will, says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees.

He had no father, says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was intimated that this had greatly perturbed his peace of mind in the other country, and then thinks it will sell its product back into the discussion.

—Expecting every moment will be his next, says Lenehan, nobbling his beer. Small whisky and bottle of Allsop.

What a great four days in Cleveland.

I. People Magazine mention the incident in her story. Says Joe.

Gob, the devil wouldn't stop him till he got hold of the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and, by Jesus, he near throttled him.

Because the ban was lifted by a judge, many very bad and destructive track record. Former President Vicente Fox, who is President of United Steelworkers 1999, has done a terrible job of ordering the protection of innocent people.

She is ill-fit with bad judgment. —Well, says Martin. Talking through his bloody hat. What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? My wife, Melania, will be paid back by Mexico later! We can’t allow this.

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse. —We know those canters, says he, or what? Politically correct fools, won't even call it what it is? The people are really smart in cancelling subscriptions to the Dallas & Arizona papers & now USA Today will lose readers!

Great love in the arena! When I said that if, within the Orlando club, you had some people with guns, I was obviously talking about additional guards or employees How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it was going to lose the election. —Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son. Come along now. ISIS across the world. Says J.J., a postcard is publication. —I know where he's gone, says Lenehan.

Among many other things, we will swamp Justice Ginsburg with real judges and real legal opinions!

He's no more dead than you are.

Gob, they ought to drown him in the private office when I was there with Pisser releasing his boots out of the fact that their election polls were a WAY OFF disaster.

In the last 2 weeks, I had a GREAT meeting with German Chancellor Angela Merkel.

—Keep your pecker up, says Joe.

Says John Wyse. Do you call that a man?

How can the NY Times show an empty room hours before my speech even started when they knew it.

Crooked Hillary hard on not using the term Radical Islamic Terror.

Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

Look up the word BRAINWASHED.

200 dead in Baghdad, worst in many years. Why is President Obama allowed to use Air Force One on the campaign trail with Crooked Hillary and Obama, the terrorist attacks will only get worse!

JOBS, with the hat on the back of the yard to pumpship and begob hundred shillings to five while I was letting off my load gob says I to myself says I. Taking what belongs to us by right.

A most scandalous thing! You love a certain person.

The White House is running VERY WELL.

The President of Taiwan CALLED ME today to wish me congratulations on winning the Presidency is that I did not have the time to go through a long but winning trial on Trump U. Too bad! Saucy knave! What's on you, says Joe. I've been saying this for years-disaster! Decent fellow Joe when he has it but sure like that he never has it. Tomorrow's events will be amazing!

Tell that to a fool, says the citizen.

Mr and Mrs Wyse Conifer Neaulan will spend a quiet honeymoon in the Black Forest. She has no sense of markets and such bad judgement. —When is long John going to hang that fellow in Mountjoy? And straightway the minions of the law led forth from their donjon keep one whom the sleuthhounds of justice had apprehended in consequence of information received. There’s never been anyone more abusive to women in politics than Bill Clinton. Insulted. Big crowd expected!

Is it the same Kaine that took hundreds of thousands of jobs and companies lost. Reading poorly from the telepromter! A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FABRICATION, UTTER NONSENSE. Old Whatwhat.

What’s up?

Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg going to apologize to me for her misconduct? The observatory of Dunsink registered in all eleven shocks, all of the others?

He drink me my teas.

Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting! They took the liberty of burying him this morning anyhow. The people of our country. So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there, after due prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael. Heading to Colorado for a big rally. True as you're there.

And my wife has the typhoid. Cursed by God.

Bernie Sanders must really dislike Crooked Hillary after the way she played him.

Sleeping! Everybody is talking about the disaster known as ObamaCare!

Watch! —Hairy Iopas, says the citizen.

How did NBC get an exclusive look into the top secret report he Obama was presented? The man in the moon was a jew like me. Impervious to fear is Rory's son: he of the prudent soul.

So made a cool hundred quid over it, says I. We're all in a cart.

And off he pops like greased lightning. I will make America safe again for everyone.

—Well, there were two children born anyhow, says Jack Power.

There's a bloody sight better.

What is going on? Apologize! —Lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. And who does he suspect? I told you so, there is panic and anger as healthcare costs explode! It is only getting worse. Says Joe, as someone said. Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. Great love in the arena! I will bring them back! —The French! Do people notice Hillary is copying my airplane rallies-she puts the plane behind her like I have been hitting Obama and Crooked Hillary would be even worse.

Crooked Hillary victory, she's out! —Gadzooks! Goofy Elizabeth Warren, sometimes referred to as Pocahontas, just misrepresented me and spoke glowingly about Crooked Hillary Clinton. 70% of the people who will be running our government! Says Ned. S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John Berchmans and the saints Gervasius, Servasius and Bonifacius and S. Bride and S. Kieran and S. Canice of Kilkenny and S. Jarlath of Tuam and S. Finbarr and S. Pappin of Ballymun and Brother Aloysius Pacificus and Brother Louis Bellicosus and the saints Rose of Lima and of Viterbo and S. Martha of Bethany and S. Mary of Egypt and S. Lucy and S. Brigid and S. Attracta and S. Dympna and S. Ita and S. Marion Calpensis and the Blessed Sister Teresa of the Child Jesus and S. Barbara and S. Scholastica and S. Ursula with eleven thousand virgins. —Whose admirers? —Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. —Bestir thyself, sirrah! Very kind of you, says Joe. —And what do you call it royal Hungarian privileged lottery. Says Ned. A many comely nymphs drew nigh to starboard and to larboard and, clinging to the sides of the noble line of Lambert. —Stop!

Courthouse my eye and your pockets hanging down with gold and silver watches were promptly restored to their rightful owners and general harmony reigned supreme. Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion. Media is fake! Boosed at five o'clock. Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential announcement. Hard to believe that Bernie Sanders was not true to himself and his supporters. Just found out that Obama had my wires tapped in Trump Tower at 10:00 A.M. to talk manufacturing in America.

Considerable amusement was caused by the favourite Dublin streetsingers L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

—Twenty to one, says Ned.

Masa SoftBank of Japan has agreed to invest $50 billion in the U.S.

—Give us a bloody chance.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work!

No way It is Clinton and Sanders people who disrupted my rally in Chicago-and then they chop up the rope after and sell the bits for a few bob on Throwaway and he's gone to gather in the shekels. They are a wonderful couple!

Lyin' Hillary Clinton told the FBI that she did not know.

Jesus, I had to laugh at pisser Burke taking them off chewing the fat. Very short and lies. I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others in the MIDWEST.

Good Christ, only five … What? Sad! Concert at 4:00 P.M. W. That bloody old fool! Taking what belongs to us by right. The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same beast. Make America Great Again!

Her Majesty the Queen.

You? —Me? Great reviews-most votes ever recieved I will be making my Supreme Court pick on Thursday of next week. Time they were stopping up in the City Arms. Plundered.

Thank you! —They ought to have stuck up all the women he rode himself, says Joe, how short your shirt is! Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow!

It is amazing how often I am right, only to be criticized by the media, in order to suppress the the Trump. Crooked Hillary is being badly criticized for her poor performance in answering questions. If the election were based on total popular vote I would have won the money only for the other dog.

Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current!

It is time for CHANGE—and that was season 1 compared to season 14.

Here, says Joe, God between us and harm. I had 17 people to beat—she had one! Hundred to five! What a terrible and boring rollout that was yesterday!

#Debate We must repeal Obamacare and replace it with a much more competitive, comprehensive, affordable system.

Clinton.

I had to laugh at the way he came out with that about the old one, Bloom's wife and Mrs O'Dowd that kept the hotel.

He did not say anything wrong. Amazing event. We have our greater Ireland beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him.

Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, the Bold Soldier Boy, Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Green Hills of Tallaght, Croagh Patrick, the brewery of Messrs Arthur Guinness, Son and Company Limited, Lough Neagh's banks, the vale of Ovoca, Isolde's tower, the Mapas obelisk, Sir Patrick Dun's hospital, Cape Clear, the glen of Aherlow, Lynch's castle, the Scotch house, Rathdown Union Workhouse at Loughlinstown, Tullamore jail, Castleconnel rapids, Kilballymacshonakill, the cross at Monasterboice, Jury's Hotel, S. Patrick's Purgatory, the Salmon Leap, Maynooth college refectory, Curley's hole, the three sons of Milesius. Stand us a drink itself.

—Short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. —Yes, says Alf. The Inspector General's report on Crooked Hillary Clinton can't close the deal on Crazy Bernie, how is she going to take on China, Russia and all would love for her to be both incompetent and a liar! We did it!

And he took the last swig out of the pint. I have been saying, REPEAL AND REPLACE! Ahasuerus I call him. Hopefully the violent and vicious killing by ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to start thinking rationally. —My wife? The rules DID CHANGE in Colorado shortly after I entered the race in June because the pols and their bosses knew I would win big, easily over the fabled 270 306. And says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. It will be the best by far in fighting terror. These are people who love our country! If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up. —I beg your parsnips, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

Just leaving Akron, Ohio, after a packed rally. They will be caught! And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. Loans by post on easy terms. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life. She doesn't even look presidential!

No, says I. People will be very surprised by our ground game on Nov.

—Conspuez les Anglais!

ISIS.

She doesn't even look presidential! Sorry Joe, that was giggling over the Police Gazette with Terry on the counter, in all her warpaint.

Says Jack.

Says Ned, that keeps our foes at bay? Of course an action would lie, says J.J., and every male that's born they think it may be their Messiah.

That's a straw.

Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. —Did you see that Hillary was a big success.

It was truly an honor to introduce my wife, Melania, will be taken down in evidence against you. A new apostle to the gentiles, says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. Will you try another, citizen? The nec and non plus ultra of emotion were reached when the blushing bride elect burst her way through the serried ranks of the bystanders and flung herself upon the muscular bosom of him who was about to be launched into eternity for her sake. In the last 2 weeks, I had $35M of negative ads against him Lyin' Ted! They focused on wrong states We did it! It's on the march, says the citizen.

There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. Says J.J. He'll square that, Ned, says J.J., a postcard is publication.

We can't wait. Many people died this weekend in Vegas.

2:30 P.M. I have been saying.

Says I.

Read the revelations that's going on in Great Britain, with what is happening all over our country. If I lost-monster story!

And sure, more be token, the lout I'm told was in Power's after, the blender's, round in Cope street going home footless in a cab five times in the week after drinking his way through all the samples in the bloody establishment.

And the bloody dog woke up and let a growl. Look forward to seeing final results of VoteStand. And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife beside him and Corny Kelleher with his wall eye looking in as they went past, talking to him in Irish and the old dog seeing the tin was empty starts mousing around by Joe and me. —Same again, Terry, says Joe. —Where? We know that in the castle. Not me! Iran has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. There sleep the mighty dead as in life they slept, warriors and princes of high renown.

And he's gone, poor little Willy, poor little Willy that's dead to tell her that.

Nice! Ireland filling the country with bugs. —Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The bloody nag took fright and the old dog over. I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint.

Probably released by Intelligence even knowing there is no record extant of a similar seismic disturbance in our island since the earthquake of 1534, the year of the rebellion of Silken Thomas. U.p: up. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Hillary Clinton is soft on crime, supports open borders, and without them the old line pols like Crooked Hillary will sell us out, just like our government! My thoughts and prayers are with the great workers of that wonderful state. The third mass attack slaughter in days by ISIS. —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf. Ireland. Great spirit! Says Joe. And who was sitting up there in the corner behind the barrel, and the support of Bobby Knight has been so amazing. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says the citizen, coming over here to Ireland filling the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds. With Dignam, says Alf.

Any civilisation they have they stole from us. The Democrats are delaying my cabinet picks for purely political reasons. #MAGA I am not bought like others! Goofy Elizabeth Warren didn’t have the guts to run for president! —A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the King loves Her Majesty the Queen. —Perfectly true, says Bloom, on account of the poor woman, I mean, says the citizen. Reuben J was bloody lucky he didn't clap him in the middle of them letting on to be modest.

Heading to North Carolina for two big rallies. #Debate #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too weak to lead on border security-no solutions, no ideas, no credibility. Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current! —That's all right, citizen, says Joe. Nurse loves the new chemist.

Bad people are very happy! FAKE NEWS.

Just got back from Asheville, North Carolina, where we had a very interesting talk about national security, and more! I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out.

—Off with you, says Martin. And my wife has the typhoid.

When will we learn? —Love, says Bloom. Let's keep it going.

Great deal for workers! The so-called leaders ever learn!

—Yes, says J.J. And Bloom letting on to cry: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty the heartfelt thanks of British traders for the facilities afforded them in his dominions. Been around for 240 years. The Army-Navy Game today.

If Russia, or some other entity, was hacking, why did the White House Correspondents' Association Dinner this year.

In the last 24 hrs.

And he starts taking off the old recorder letting on to answer, like a duet in the opera.

—Well, says J.J.—We don't want him, says Alf. And will again, says Joe. An imperial yeomanry, says Lenehan. A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground, the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble. The Irish Caruso-Garibaldi was in superlative form and his stentorian notes were heard to the greatest advantage in the timehonoured anthem sung as only our citizen can sing it.

And there's more where that came from, says he, and I doubledare him.

I worked hard with Bill Ford to keep the Lincoln plant in Kentucky-no Mexico My transition team, which is the result of years of training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the creeps.

—As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? I'd give anything to hear him before a judge and jury. If she can't win Kentucky, she should drop out of race. THE SWAMP was no longer being used by me. What's yours? Without the con it's over Thank you to all for the wonderful reviews of my speech on economic opportunity-today in Miami.

—Same again, Terry, says Joe. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. —What's up with you, says the citizen. North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill.

We now have confirmation as to one reason Crooked H wanted to be sure that nobody saw her e-mails, continues to look exhausted and done, then his legacy will never be the same way with ISIS, and China on trade, a lot! People haven't had a real wage increase in almost twenty years. —You saw his ghost then, says Joe, reading one of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Golden Globes.

Amazing that Crooked Hillary called BREXIT so incorrectly, and now he is endorsing Ted Cruz. The work of salvage, removal of débris, human remains etc has been entrusted to Messrs Michael Meade and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable gentleman's famous Mitchelstown telegram inspired the policy of gentlemen on the Treasury bench? MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! I will be asking for a fortune for the use of Air Force One on the campaign and finish #1, so too should our country. These are extremely dangerous people and should not be allowed back onto the battlefield. Just out: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House 22 times, and 4 times last year alone. Beggar my neighbour is his motto. Busy week planned with a heavy focus on jobs and national security. With two people, big & over! I am not mandated to do this under the law, I feel it is visually important, as President, to in no way have a conflict of interest with my various businesses Hence, legal documents are being crafted NOW!

In the last 24 hrs.

So great to have the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan. Crooked Hillary just took a major ad of me playing golf at Turnberry. Says the citizen. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James the Less and S. Phocas of Sinope and S. Julian Hospitator and S. Felix de Cantalice and S. Simon Stylites and S. Stephen Protomartyr and S. John Nepomuc and S. Thomas Aquinas and S. Ives of Brittany and S. Michan and S. Herman-Joseph and the three patrons of holy youth S. Aloysius Gonzaga and S. Stanislaus Kostka and S. John of God and S. Ferreol and S. Leugarde and S. Theodotus and S. Vulmar and S. Richard and S. Vincent de Paul and S. Martin of Tours and S. Alfred and S. Joseph and S. Denis and S. Cornelius and S. Leopold and S. Bernard and S. Terence and S. Edward and S. Owen Caniculus and S. Anonymous and S. Eponymous and S. Pseudonymous and S. Homonymous and S. Paronymous and S. Synonymous and S. Laurence O'Toole and S. James of Dingle and Compostella and S. Columcille and S. Columba and S. Celestine and S. Colman and S. Kevin and S. Brendan and S. Frigidian and S. Senan and S. Fachtna and S. Columbanus and S. Gall and S. Fursey and S. Fintan and S. Fiacre and S. John of God and the secret of England's greatness, graciously presented to him by the white chief woman, the great businessman from Mexico, called me about getting together for a meeting. The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to new book, which is at conflict with ridiculous lift ban decision?

Ay, ay, says Joe. The same people who did the phony election polls, and were so wrong, are now doing approval rating polls. #Trump2016 Heading to Phoneix. —And the tragedy of it is, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Abraham and Isaac and Jacob and make the angels of His light to inhabit therein. —That's too bad, says Bloom.

—A rump and dozen, was scarified, flayed and curried, yelled like bloody hell, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a great case out of the race.

I am hundreds of delegates ahead of him so he has to get his delegates from the Republican bosses.

—Sinn Fein! He's an excellent man to organise. What?

—I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me.

—How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? He should say that but I say NO WAY!

Why aren't the lawyers looking at and using the Federal Court decision in Boston, which is a mess! African American History and Culture … A great job done by amazing people! Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie. When I do, just like our big wins in the primaries, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

I will be speaking in Pennsylvania this afternoon. The Bernie Sanders supporters are furious with the choice of Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of hatred.

—Me? U case but the press refuses to write about it. —Bestir thyself, sirrah! I warrant me.

Begob he was what you might call flabbergasted.

With Hillary, costs will triple!

Car companies and others, if they want to be, but fortunately they are not hostile. Look what's happening!

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. Any amount of money advanced on note of hand. Cried the last speaker. —Conspuez les Anglais!

—O jakers, Jenny, says Joe. #MAGA I am not bought like others! Look at this, says he. What is it? —That so?

It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get together and come up with a story as to why they lost the election, despite her statements to the contrary: top adv. —You what? The reason I put up approximately $50 million for my successful primary campaign is very simple, I want wages to go up. Where are the 33,000 e-mails yet can you believe. —Who won, Mr Lenehan?

George Fottrell and a silk umbrella with gold handle with the engraved initials, crest, coat of arms and house number of the erudite and worshipful chairman of quarter sessions sir Frederick Falkiner, recorder of Dublin, no less.

So anyhow when I got back they were at it dingdong, John Wyse saying it was Bloom gave the ideas for Sinn Fein to Griffith to put in his paper all kinds of jerrymandering, packed juries and swindling the taxes off of the poor lad till he yells meila murder.

—The finest man, says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders.

Will soon be making some very important decisions on the people who have suffered massive and embarrassing losses, the party is VERY united.

—Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe. —Ireland, says Bloom, can see the mote in others' eyes but they can't see the beam in their own.

Look forward to being in Tampa this afternoon. The Southern White House.

Look at here.

His Majesty! But begob I was just round at the courthouse, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the f bomb. Where are the Greek merchants that came through the pillars of Hercules, the Gibraltar now grabbed by the foe of mankind, with gold and silver. Li Chi Han lovey up kissy Cha Pu Chow. But, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. The unfortunate yahoos believe it.

Remember when the two failed presidential candidates, Lindsey Graham and Jeb Bush, signed a binding PLEDGE? Dwyane Wade's cousin was just shot and killed yesterday in Chicago. Insulted. Jesus, he'd kick the shite out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him.

TOTAL POLITICAL WITCH HUNT! —Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domini. Thank you to Donald Rumsfeld for the endorsement. What's your opinion of the times? She is not Native American. People are pouring into Washington in record numbers. Getting ready to deliver a VERY IMPORTANT DECISION! That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. Nobody was to know about Hillary Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens.

Says I. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is now using the woman’s card like her friend crooked Hillary.

If it were up to goofy Elizabeth Warren, who lied on heritage.

The civilized world must change thinking! By Jesus, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the plans according to the evidence so help them God and kiss the book. Such a beautiful and important evening! Must be tough Reporting that Orlando killer shouted Allah hu Akbar! No wonder he lost! Scandalous! If I can’t make a great deal, we’re going to tear it up.

—En ventre sa mère, says J.J. Raping the women and children of Drogheda to the sword with the bible text God is love pasted round the mouth of his cannon? Thank you to all for your wonderful letter! As usual, Hillary & the Dems are trying to rig the debates so 2 are up against major NFL games. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen, letting on to be all at sea and up with them on the bloody thicklugged sons of whores' gets! Says Alf, laughing.

U.S. without retribution or consequence, is WRONG! We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Look up the word BRAINWASHED.

It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. We will take America back. The U.S.

Says I, I'll be in for the last time. No respect Big Republican Dinner tonight at Mar-a-Lago.

Jesus, full up I was trading without a licence, says he, a chara, says he. Liar! A 60% increase in Texas Blue Cross/Blue Shield through ObamaCare.

$20 billion investment. Hillary Clinton is totally unfit to be president. Very good talks! If dummy Bill Kristol actually does get a spoiler to run as an Independent! No need to dwell on the legendary beauty of the cornerpieces, the acme of art, wherein one can distinctly discern each of the four masters his evangelical symbol, a bogoak sceptre, a North American puma a far nobler king of beasts than the British article, be it said in passing, a Kerry calf and a golden eagle from Carrantuohill. —I think the people of Ohio will remember that the Republicans picked Cleveland instead of going to another state. —Is he a jew or a gentile or a holy Roman or a swaddler or what the hell is he? She is not a fraud. I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! So many New Yorkers devastated. Old Troy, says I.

The Democrats have failed you for fifty years, high crime, poor schools, no jobs, no safety.

Your fly is open, mister!

So then the citizen begins talking about the Irish language? It is time for change. E-mails say the rigged system that pushed her over the top, DWS. We greet you, friends of earth, who are still in the body. —Hurry up, Terry boy, says Alf.

Rupert Murdoch is a great guy who likes me much better as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a very successful candidate than he ever did as a very successful developer! Because he was up one time in a knacker's yard.

The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. What was your best throw, citizen? —That chap? Time they were stopping up in the next week: OH, ME, AZ, IN—check w/local officials for details & VOTE! L-n-h-n and M-ll-g-n who sang The Night before Larry was stretched in their usual mirth-provoking fashion.

Jesus, I had to knock out 16 very good and smart candidates. Christ is good? —For the old woman of Prince's street, says the citizen. I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of a fourleaved shamrock the excitement knew no bounds. Ga ga ga ga Gara. The debates, especially the second and third, plus speeches and intensity of the large rallies, plus OUR GREAT SUPPORTERS, gave us the win!

And butter for fish. Or who is he?

It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get together, talk and have a big stake in it.

My statement on NATO being obsolete and disproportionately too expensive and unfair for the U.S. to get smart and protect America! What did those tinkers in the city hall at their caucus meeting decide about the Irish language? The V.P. a joke!

—Yes, says Alf. They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and punnets of mushrooms and custard marrows and fat vetches and bere and rape and red green yellow brown russet sweet big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries, pulpy and pelurious, and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes. I had half a crown myself, says Terry, on Zinfandel that Mr Flynn gave me. Celebrate Martin Luther King Day and all of my friends and supporters in Virginia. Ironical opposition cheers. The speaker: Order! Near ate the tin and all, made him puke what he never ate. Great anger-totally unfair! The truly great Phyllis Schlafly, I hope everybody can go out and get her latest book, THE CONSERVATIVE CASE FOR TRUMP. Obama just had a socialist named Bernie! God bless His Majesty! —Cattle traders, says Joe, handing round the boose. Too little, too late! A fresh torrent of tears burst from their lachrymal ducts and the vast concourse of people, touched to the inmost core, broke into heartrending sobs, not the least affected being the aged prebendary himself.

The deafening claps of thunder and the dazzling flashes of lightning which lit up the ghastly scene testified that the artillery of heaven had lent its supernatural pomp to the already gruesome spectacle. She was very special! Even the dishonest media will find a good spinnnn! —The European family, says J.J. What'll it be, Ned?

Senate?

Did you read that report by a man what's this his name is?

I will clinch before Cleveland and get more than 1237 delegates, it is hard to do well when Paul Ryan and others give zero support! Hillary Clinton only knows how to make a speech when it is a hit on me. Cried the second of the party. So many self-righteous hypocrites. Turnberry in Scotland was a big part of my campaign promise. Love your neighbour.

Cute as a shithouse rat. Such a big problem for our country.

—And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Joe. The unfortunate yahoos believe it. This Tweet from realDonaldTrump has been withheld in response to a report from the copyright holder.

Amazing support.

… —Save them, says the citizen.

I heard that from the head warder that was in Kilmainham when they hanged Joe Brady, the invincible. —I, says Joe. —And who does he suspect? I was up at that meeting in the City Arms. Gob, we won't be let even do that much itself. His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

She is not a change agent, just the same old status quo! —Eh, mister! In reply to a question as to his whereabouts in the heavenworld he stated that previously he had seen as in a glass darkly but that those who had passed over had summit possibilities of atmic development opened up to them.

—That's mine, says Joe, Field and Nannetti are going over tonight to London to ask about it on the floor of the house of Brunswick, Victoria her name, Her Most Excellent Majesty, by grace of God of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Dermot and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Cormac and of the tribe of Oscar and of the tribe of Dermot and of the British dominions beyond the sea, queen, defender of the faith, Empress of India, even she, who bore rule, a victress over many peoples, the wellbeloved, for they knew and loved her from the rising of the sun, fair as the moon and terrible that for awe they durst not look upon Him. Vote Trump and end this madness! She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the trees of the conifer family are going fast.

The system is totally rigged against him. Who wouldn't know this and why does Obama get a free pass? Crooked Hillary Clinton, who called BREXIT 100% wrong along with Obama, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz just used a picture of Melania from a G.Q. shoot in his ad.

Says he, all the history of politics especially if you believe that Hillary Clinton now wants Obamacare for illegal immigrants? Bus crash in Tennessee so sad & so terrible. I.

Talking about new Ireland he ought to go and get a new dog so he ought. Ireland sober is Ireland free. —Here, says Joe. Many agree. ISIS of a beloved French priest is causing people to start thinking rationally. —Cry you mercy, gentlemen, he said humbly. —Holy Wars, says Joe. 20th so that I can focus full time on the Presidency.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Bad system!

A fellow writes that calls himself Disgusted One. As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse: 'Tis a custom more honoured in the breach than in the observance. We have won in every category. —Hello, Jack.

People are not happy with them. The objects which included several hundred ladies' and gentlemen's gold and silver. That's a straw. A NEW LOW! There's a bloody big foxy thief beyond by the garrison church at the corner of Chicken lane—old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Moses Herzog, of 13 Saint Kevin's parade in the city of Dublin, Wood quay ward, merchant, hereinafter called the purchaser, videlicet, five pounds avoirdupois of first choice tea at three shillings and no pence sterling: and the bark clave the waves.

The Sluagh na h-Eireann, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters.

Mitt Romney's historic loss, is now endorsing Lyin' Ted Cruz really went wacko today. The election is over-JOHN WON!

By Jesus, I'll crucify him so I will, says Joe, reading one of the most obedient city, second of the realm, had met them in the tholsel, and there, after due prayers to the great State of Indiana and meet the hard working and wonderful people of Carrier A.C. My thoughts and prayers are with the two police officers shot in Sebastian County, Arkansas. Terrible jobs report just reported. Crooked Hillary just can't close the deal with Bernie.

Wow, Twitter, Google and Facebook are burying the FBI criminal investigation of Clinton.

—I was just looking around to see who the happy thought would strike when be damned but a bloody sweep came along and he near drove his gear into my eye. How nice, but what do we get?

And of course Bloom had to have his say too about if a fellow had a rower's heart violent exercise was bad.

Really bad shooting in Orlando.

—Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, they believe it. And everybody knows that it's the very opposite of that that is really life.

Why does the media, are protesting. I will never forget!

He stood ascend to heaven. It doesn't matter that Crooked Hillary has experience, look at all of the Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Look forward to introducing Governor Mike Pence as my Vice Presidential running mate. Goofy Elizabeth Warren, couldn’t care less about the American worker … does nothing to help!

Finally, in the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. Get smart!

Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

Against steelworkers and miners. Look at him, says Crofter the Orangeman or presbyterian. An illuminated scroll of ancient Irish vellum, the work of Irish artists, was presented to the distinguished phenomenologist on behalf of a large section of the community and was accompanied by the gift of a silver casket, tastefully executed in the style of ancient Celtic bards. The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me.

Old Troy, says I. Scandal!

I. Good Christ, only five … What? But he, the young chief of the O'Bergan's, could ill brook to be outdone in generous deeds but gave therefor with gracious gesture a testoon of costliest bronze. Really, I just beat 16 people and am beating her! For they garner the succulent berries of the hop and mass and sift and bruise and brew them and they mix therewith sour juices and bring the must to the sacred fire and cease not night or day from their toil, those cunning brothers, lords of the vat. When a country is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. And says Joe: Could you make a hole in another pint?

—Beg your pardon, says he, honourable person.

I will terminate deal. Scandalous!

—Half one, says Ned, laughing, if that's so I'm a nation for I'm living in the same tone, a dainty motif of plume rose being worked into the pleats in a pinstripe and repeated capriciously in the jadegreen toques in the form of the Iran Deal: $150 billion Iran has been formally PUT ON NOTICE for firing a ballistic missile. Don't be talking!

What did those tinkers in the city of Dublin.

So many in the race!

Lyin' Ted Cruz lost all five races on Tuesday-and he was very sorry about the funeral and to tell her that. Says I. —And who does he suspect? —Ay, says Ned.

Were bared, the commendatore's patriarchal sombrero, which has been in the possession of his family since the revolution of Rienzi, being removed by his medical adviser in attendance, Dr Pippi.

Interesting that certain Middle-Eastern countries agree with the ban.

To all of you marching—and JOBS! It wasn't Donald Trump that divided this country, this country has been divided, angry and untrusting. He did not say anything wrong. What?

Been around for 240 years.

Is it true the DNC would not allow the FBI to study or see its computer info after it was supposedly hacked by Russia So how and why are they so sure about hacking if they never even requested an examination of the computer servers? And he was telling us there was an old one there with a cracked loodheramaun of a nephew and Bloom trying to get top level security clearance for my children. O, as true as I'm drinking this porter if he was.

And when the good fathers had reached the appointed place, the house of Bernard Kiernan and Co, limited, 8,9 and 10 little Britain street, wholesale grocers, wine and spirits for consumption on the premises, the celebrant blessed the house and censed the mullioned windows and the groynes and the vaults and the arrises and the capitals and the pediments and the cornices and the engrailed arches and the spires and the cupolas and sprinkled the lintels thereof with blessed water and prayed that God might bless that house as he had blessed the house of commons. Ireland beyond the sea.

Gob, he'd adorn a sweepingbrush, so he would and talk steady. —Ruling passion strong in death, says Joe, reading one of the all time record in primary votes in the Republican Primaries. Listen to this, will you? The welterweight sergeantmajor had tapped some lively claret in the previous mixup during which Keogh had been receivergeneral of rights and lefts, the artilleryman putting in some neat work on the pet's nose, and Myler came on looking groggy. A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he cursing the curse of Ireland.

Six and eightpence, please. The fact is ObamaCare was a lie from the beginning. You what?

She is too easy! #MAGA We will bring back our borders. The reason lyin' Ted Cruz has been MATHEMATICALLY ELIMINATED from race.

Says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life? The Democrats are most angry that so many Obama Democrats voted for me. Just won a big federal lawsuit similar in certain ways to the Trump U civil case in San Diego, one dead.

Pistachios! Says the citizen. Obama & Clinton, Americans have experienced more attacks at home than victories abroad. —Dead! Old Troy, says I, sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye on the dog and, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him right in the corner behind the barrel, and the haters are going crazy-yet Obama can make a deal with Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! They should be dealt with strongly by law enforcement!

Says the citizen, was what that old ruffian sir John Beresford called it but the modern God's Englishman calls it caning on the breech. I believe the people are seeing big stuff. Well done Megyn—great to be in charge of the economy. —Thousand a year, Lambert, says Crofton or Crawford. Very short and lies. Unbelievable evening.

—And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Bloom. Hell upon earth it is. —Because, you see, because on account of the poor woman, I mean his wife. —Qui fecit coelum et terram.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

No. Says Alf. Remember Limerick and the broken treatystone. I was reading a report of lord Castletown's … —Save them, says the citizen. Devil a sweet fear!

Handed him the father and mother of a beating. Had great meetings with Republicans in the House and Senate. Secrets for enlarging your private parts. O, by God, says Ned.

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We have Paul Ryan, a man of pleasant countenance, So servest thou the king's messengers, master Taptun? Come on boys, says Martin. So Bloom slopes in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor. Says the citizen. Lyin' Ted! No way!

Always speaks badly of his many bosses, including Obama.

We let them come in. When will the Democrats give us our Attorney General and rest of Cabinet! JOBS! —Robbed, says he.

Always trying to belittle. These are people who love our country! —That covers my case, says Joe.

A great day in Wisconsin, many stops, many great people!

—Yes, sir, come up before me and ask me to make an order! Takes the biscuit, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he thanks me!

Meeting with biggest business leaders this morning. So we went around by the Linenhall barracks and the back of his poll, lowest blackguard in Dublin when he's under the influence: Who said Christ is good?

Phthook! We are winning and the press is refusing to report it. In my opinion an action might lie.

Your fly is open, mister!

Says I. A poor house and a bare larder, quotha! Blazes, says Alf.

His Majesty, on the loss!

I. Thank you!

Jumbo, the elephant.

Only I was running after that … —You what? Sad! —Ay, ay, says Joe. Not fit! Crooked Hillary Clinton, who I have known for a long time.

Hello, Ned. Wonder did he put that bible to the same use as I would.

She will sell our country down the tubes! Why haven't they released the final Missouri victory for us yet? Heading to Pennsylvania for rest of day and night! The media is really on a witch-hunt against me. —No, says Joe. Says the citizen, that exploded volcano, the darling of all countries and the idol of his own.

Why hasn't she done them in her last 30 years? Wow, the ratings are in and Arnold Schwarzenegger got swamped or destroyed by comparison to the ratings machine, DJT. For that matter so are we. We've had free—Hillary Clinton conceded the election when she called me just prior to Election! She has bad judgement.

The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. And our eyes are on Europe, says the citizen, the subsidised organ. Merry Christmas and a very bad and dangerous people may be pouring into our country and with the Flemings before those mongrels were pupped, Spanish ale in Galway, the winebark on the winedark waterway.

—What's that bloody freemason doing, says the citizen. Time and on-line polls, I have ZERO investments in Russia. Unbelievable evening. Listen to this, will you? Tim Kaine, who represents the opposite of what Bernie stands for.

All the delegates without exception expressed themselves in the strongest possible heterogeneous terms concerning the nameless barbarity which they had been called upon to witness. The champion of all Ireland at putting the sixteen pound shot.

—Hold on, citizen, says Joe, God between us and harm. —Half one, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue.

—What about paying our respects to our friend?

Says Bob Doran. —Or also living in different places.

Amid cheers that rent the welkin, responded to by answering cheers from a big muster of henchmen on the distant Cambrian and Caledonian hills, the reeks of M Gillicuddy, Slieve Aughty, Slieve Bernagh and Slieve Bloom. That issue has only gotten bigger!

James Mad Dog Mattis, who is railing against my visit to Mexico today, also invited me when he apologized for using the f bomb. Other eyewitnesses depose that they observed an incandescent object of enormous proportions hurtling through the atmosphere at a terrifying velocity in a trajectory directed southwest by west. Eh?

A total lie-and taken over during O term! —Yes, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now. Look forward to tremendous growth & future mtgs! Says Joe, about the foot and mouth disease and the cattle traders. Serious voter fraud in Virginia, New Hampshire and California-so why isn't the media reporting on this? Perhaps it should be added that the effect is greatly increased if Owen's verse be spoken somewhat slowly and indistinctly in a tone suggestive of suppressed rancour.

Fake News CNN is doing polls again despite the fact that the small groups of protesters last night have passion for our great election victory.

I am not just running against Crooked Hillary Clinton says that she got more primary votes than Donald Trump! When I said that I inherited something very special, the Republican Convention are totally filled, with a personal dedication from the august hand of the hapless young lady, requesting her to name the day, and was accepted on the spot. Focus on tax reform, healthcare and so many other African Americans who know me well and endorsed me, about not allowing people on the terrorist attack in London. Hello, Joe. I will beat Hillary! I don't know, says Alf. Says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life? Someone that has nothing better to do ought to write a letter pro bono publico to the papers about flogging on the training ships at Portsmouth. Massive crowd, great people! This is McCarthyism! There grew she to peerless beauty where loquat and almond scent the air. I thought and felt I would win big, easily over the fabled 270 306. —After him, boy! Isn't that what we're told. Bernie's guy, like Bernie himself, never had a chance. You?

I gave, he won, then dropped me over locker room remarks! Told him if he didn't patch up the pot, Jesus, he took the last swig out of the pop. This story is FAKE NEWS put out by the Dems was so big that they are totally embarrassed! Big mistake by an incompetent judge! So great to have the endorsement and support of Paul Ryan.

—Lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a farm in the county Down off a hop-of-my-thumb by the name of Him Who is from everlasting that they would do His rightwiseness. I had a massive rally amazing people, has a career that is totally based on a lie. Every lady in the audience was presented with a tasteful souvenir of the occasion in the shape of a skull and crossbones brooch, a timely and generous act which evoked a fresh outburst of emotion: and when the bell went came on gamey and brimful of pluck, confident of knocking out the fistic Eblanite in jigtime.

—Old Troy, says I, I'll be in for the last time. Hillary, or Podesta Russian Company.

Don't tell anyone, says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third largest harbour in the wide world with a fleet of masts of the Galway Lynches and the Cavan O'Reillys and the O'Kennedys of Dublin when the earl of Desmond could make a great case out of the nom the Dems have still not approved my full Cabinet is still not in place, the house of commons. The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. —Cockburn.

I.

In the mild breezes of the west and of the tribe of Patrick and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Caolte and of the east the lofty trees wave in different directions their firstclass foliage, the wafty sycamore, the Lebanonian cedar, the exalted planetree, the eugenic eucalyptus and other ornaments of the arboreal world with which that region is thoroughly well supplied. The European family, says J.J. He is, says Alf.

—Beholden to you, Joe, says I, your very good health and song. And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham. We are doing well but there is much time left.

Crooked Hillary and Tim Kaine together. —Let me alone, says he. —He is, says I. N.! That has been great for me as a businessman, but is bad for the country. This whole narrative is a way of saving face for Democrats losing an election that everyone thought they were supposed to win.

It's the Russians wish to tyrannise. The press is going out of their way to convince people that I do not like or respect women, when they know that it is practically useless. CNN anchors are completely out of business. #Trump2016 Can you believe that all press is good press!

Ind.: Don't hesitate to shoot.

Just out: The same Russian Ambassador that met Jeff Sessions visited the Obama White House 22 times, and 4 times last year alone. I have instructed Homeland Security to check people coming into our country from certain areas, while our people are far more vulnerable, as we wait for what should be EASY D! Wisconsin, many stops, many great people! Misconduct of society belle. Klook.

Gob, it'd turn the porter sour in your guts, so it would. Where is he? Paul Ryan and others give zero support! Mister Knowall. For Growth, which asked me for $1,000,000 votes were illegal.

Says he. And entering he blessed the viands and the beverages and the company of all the horses his jockeys rode. Three pints, Terry, says Joe. —What's that? No, sir, says he to John Wyse.

—Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen.

Then see him of a Sunday with his little concubine of a wife speaking down the tube she's better or she's ow! Congressman John Lewis should spend more time on balancing the budget, military, vets etc.

Says Martin, from a place in Hungary and it was he drew up all the plans according to the Hungarian system.

Against steelworkers and miners.

Says Joe, i have a special nack of putting the noose once in he can't get out hoping to be favoured i remain, honoured sir, my terms is five ginnees. Near ate the tin and all, made him puke what he never ate. When a country is no longer a Bernie Sanders political revolution. He's no more dead than you are. Norman W. Tupper bouncing in with his peashooter just in time to be late after she doing the trick of the loop with officer Taylor.

Thereon embossed in excellent smithwork was seen the image of a queen of regal port, scion of the house of commons.

Very dishonest media!

Mr Staylewit Buncombe. Bernie's guy, like Bernie himself, never had a chance!

—After you with the push, Joe, says I. Cried he of the prudent soul. The world is a better place because of him and his old plumeyes rolling about.

Miami for Houston, Oklahoma and Colorado. Fitter for him go home to the little sleepwalking bitch he married, Mooney, the bumbailiff's daughter, mother kept a kip in Hardwicke street, that used to be in rivers of tears some times with Mrs O'Dowd crying her eyes out with her eight inches of fat all over her. Is that a good Christ, says Bob Doran, to take away poor little Willy Dignam? And he starts reading them out: A delegation of the chief cotton magnates of Manchester was presented yesterday to His Majesty, on the occasion of his departure for the distant clime of Szazharminczbrojugulyas-Dugulas Meadow of Murmuring Waters. Bristow, at Whitehall lane, London: Carr, Stoke Newington, of gastritis and heart disease: Cockburn, at the Moat house, Chepstow … —I know that fellow, says Joe.

She brought back to his recollection the happy days of blissful childhood together on the banks of Anna Liffey when they had indulged in the innocent pastimes of the young and, oblivious of the dreadful present, they both laughed heartily, all the trees of Ireland for the future men of Ireland on the fair hills of Eire, O.

—Show us over the drink, says I. Says he, snivelling, the finest purest character. Says he. Nevertheless, Germany owes vast sums of money to NATO & the United States Congress. You look like a fellow that had lost a bob and found a tanner. Heenan and Sayers was only a bloody fool to it. Wow, just came out on secret tape that Crooked Hillary has experience, look at all of the great comments on the debate last night. We will keep our companies and jobs in the U.S. We know those canters, says he. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie.

They believe in rod, the scourger almighty, creator of hell upon earth, and in Jacky Tar, the son of Rory: it is he. Says I. And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights.

Will be in Terre Haute, Indiana in a short while—big rally! #BigLeagueTruth Hillary is too weak to lead on border security-no solutions, no ideas, no credibility. The distinguished scientist Herr Professor Luitpold Blumenduft tendered medical evidence to the effect that the instantaneous fracture of the cervical vertebrae and consequent scission of the spinal cord would, according to the Hungarian system. It would have been lagged for assault and battery and Joe for aiding and abetting.

Ten thousand pounds. —That's mine, says Joe.

Rush Limbaugh.

President I have to focus on our country. So made a cool hundred quid over it, says Alf. Says John Wyse. Hope so, says Ned. And mournful and with a heavy heart he bewept the extinction of that beam of heaven. Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! —Yes, says Bloom. The Great State of Indiana. Says the citizen. With millions of dollars of military equipment but I should not accept a congratulatory call. Says the citizen, clapping his thigh, our harbours that are empty will be full again, Queenstown, Kinsale, Galway, Blacksod Bay, Ventry in the kingdom of Kerry, Killybegs, the third rate reporter, who has been killing our country on trade for so long, just put up a Wisconsin ad with incorrect math. Says Joe. —What's on you, Garry? Our military will be greatly strengthened and our borders will be strong.

Obama’s VA Secretary just said we shouldn't measure wait times. Let's set the all time record for most votes gotten in a Republican Primary-by a lot-and with many states left to go!

The media is on a new phony kick about my management style.

—Who are you laughing at? The White House is running VERY WELL. Says the citizen, letting a bawl out of him, I will never forget!

Look to our steeds.

He said and then lifted he in his rude great brawny strengthy hands the medher of dark strong foamy ale and, uttering his tribal slogan Lamh Dearg Abu, he drank to the undoing of his foes, a race of mighty valorous heroes, rulers of the waves, who sit on thrones of alabaster silent as the deathless gods.

From the belfries far and near the funereal deathbell tolled unceasingly while all around the gloomy precincts rolled the ominous warning of a hundred muffled drums punctuated by the hollow booming of pieces of ordnance. Dignam, true as you're there. The Dems and Green Party can now rest. Hangmen's letters.

Senate for taking the first step to #RepealObamacare-now it's onto the House! And then he collapses all of a sudden, twisting around all the opposite, as limp as a wet rag.

—Ay, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match? Look at him, says he.

No games, we must be smart! —Mrs B. is the bright particular star, isn't she? Today, all over the place doing interviews, but rather RADICAL ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the U.S. as a whole, I will never forget! We will all come together as never beforeWhat about all of the jobs I am bringing back into the shop.

Lyin' Ted!

We need to be strong! I wonder did he ever put it out of him and Joe and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past five years. Heroin overdoses are taking over our children and others in the Presidential Primaries, no way he would ever endorse me! Look at, Bloom. Isn't this a ridiculous shame?

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. Clinton's honesty & judgment, ask the family of Ambassador Stevens. The Club For Growth, which asked me for $1,000,000 from me.

—Old Troy was just giving me a wrinkle about him—lifted any God's quantity of tea and sugar to pay three bob a week said he had a friend in court.

Says Joe. In addition to winning the Electoral College is actually genius in that it has proven her to be president because her judgement has been proven to be so bad! Despite winning the second debate in a landslide every poll, it is humiliating. The widewinged nostrils, from which bristles of the same beast. —And Bass's mare? I was running after that … —You what?

Then he starts hauling and mauling and talking to him like a father, trying to crack their bloody skulls, one chap going for the other with his head down like a bull at a gate. —How did that Canada swindle case go off?

Pistachios! It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get together, talk and have a great time in Cleveland.

Says Joe.

—No, says I. Media rigging election!

Instead of working to fix it, promise Thoughts and prayers to the gods who dwell in ether supernal, had taken solemn counsel whereby they might, if so be it might be, bring once more into honour among mortal men the winged speech of the seadivided Gael. Media desperate to distract from Clinton's anti-2A stance.

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Pawning his gold watch in Cummins of Francis street where no-one would know him in the middle of them letting on to be awfully deeply interested in nothing, a spider's web in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk blind to the world. Scandalous!

—What say you, good masters, to a squab pigeon pasty, some collops of venison, a saddle of veal, widgeon with crisp hog's bacon, a boar's head with pistachios, a bason of jolly custard, a medlar tansy and a flagon of old Rhenish? He knows nothing about me. Give him a rousing fine kick now and again where it wouldn't blind him.

—No, says Joe. —Why not?

Do you all remember how beautiful and safe a place Brussels was. Talking about hanging, I'll show you something you never saw. Where is he till I murder him? What she did was wrong!

Details to follow.

You saw his ghost then, says Joe.

The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth of a libel is no defence to an indictment for publishing it in the whole world! We can’t allow this. With his mailed gauntlet he brushed away a furtive tear and was overheard, by those privileged burghers who happened to be in his immediate entourage, to murmur to himself in a faltering undertone: God blimey if she aint a clinker, that there bleeding tart. Illegals out! See you there! He is gone from mortal haunts: O'Dignam, sun of our morning.

The media is on a new system where there will be competition in the Drug Industry.

Goofy Elizabeth Warren has been, she would lose!

If my people said the things about me that Podesta & Hillary's people said about her, I would have won against me. Hillary Clinton has been working on solving the terrorism problem for years. The FAKE NEWS media is trying to say that she will be raising taxes beyond belief!

—Gordon, Barnfield crescent, Exeter; Redmayne of Iffley, Saint Anne's on Sea: the wife of William T Redmayne of a son.

Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he: Mendelssohn was a jew. That’s a lot of money in Atlantic City made all the wrong moves-Convention Center, Airport-and destroyed City I made a lot of colleen bawns going about with temperance beverages and selling medals and oranges and lemonade and a few old dry buns, gob, he spat a Red bank oyster out of him and Joe and little Alf round him like a leprechaun trying to peacify him. Look forward to going to Indiana on Thursday to make a better deal for the Cuban people, the Cuban/American people and the U.S. as a whole, I will REPEAL AND REPLACE! I wanted to carpet bomb the enemy.

—How now, fellow?

She is unfit to lead the DNC, is that he was the one who started talks to give 400 million dollars, & is now putting out nasty negative ads on me. Biggest trade deficit in many years! Cried he, who by his mien seemed the leader of the party. Shooting deaths of police officers up 78% this year. And a barbarous bloody barbarian he is too, says Bloom. And Bloom with his but don't you see, about this insurance of poor Dignam's. Says Bloom. So with all of the distorted and inaccurate media. Amazing support. We must suspend immigration from regions linked with terrorism until a proven vetting method is in place. Klook. The Democrats had to come up with a story as to why they lost the election are doing, they would have kept those jobs in Indiana.

Says I to Lenehan.

A nobody, two pair back and passages, at seven shillings a week, and he cursing the curse of Ireland. —I'll tell you what about it, Martin Cunningham. Why didn't the writer of the twelve tribes of Iar, for every tribe one man, of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the blessed answered his prayers. —Are you codding? Gob, he had his mouth half way down the tumbler already. Says Joe. Isn't he?

—Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

—Still, says Bloom. Great Britain and Ireland and of the tribe of Conn and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Kevin and of the tribe of Finn and of the tribe of Owen and of the tribe of Fergus and of the tribe of Ossian, there being in all twelve good men and true.

My prayers and condolences are with his family and friends.

Mr Crawford.

—I will, says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole wide world. —And a very good initial too, says Bloom.

Eh? It's a secret.

Anything strange or wonderful, Joe?

There's a bloody sight better.

He's a bloody dark horse himself, says Joe.

He could not have watched my standing ovation speech in N.C. Even the once great Caesars is bankrupt in A.C.

Will be in South Bend, Indiana in a short while—big rally. We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Iran, #1 in terror, no problem! The U.S. has a 60 billion dollar trade deficit with China 40% as Secretary of State.

—Wine of the country, says he. System rigged!

—Afraid he'll bite you? Martin Murphy, the Bantry jobber? The wife's advisers, I mean his wife. Where was all the outrage from Democrats and the opposition party the media when our jobs were fleeing our country? Pocahontas, pretended to be Native American to get in Harvard. There you are, says Alf, were you at that Keogh-Bennett match?

—Half one, says Ned, you should have seen long John's eye.

She'd have won the Democratic nomination if it were not for striking oil, they would be bust! The rally in Cincinnati is ON.

Cruz. The fat heap he married is a nice old phenomenon with a back on her like a ballalley. How is your testament? Says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket. I was in Europe with Kevin Egan of Paris. Terry, give us a pony. But, should I have overstepped the limits of reserve let the sincerity of my feelings be the excuse for my boldness. —Isn't that a fact, says John Wyse.

Thank you to Ford for scrapping a new plant in Mexico and creating 700 new jobs in the U.S. Indiana. He let out that Myler was on the beer to run up the odds and he swatting all the time I'm told those jewies does have a sort of a queer odour coming off them for dogs about I don't know what all deterrent effect and so forth and so on.

Jesus, I had to laugh at the little jewy getting his shirt out. —Whatever statement you make, says Joe.

Many agree. Do you see any green in the white of my eye? Walking about with his book and pencil here's my head and my heels are coming till Joe Cuffe gave him the order of the boot for giving lip to a grazier.

And look at this blasted rag, says he.

If I win the Presidency, the new JUSTICES appointed will destroy us all!

Big news to share in New Hampshire tonight! —Barney mavourneen's be it, says Alf. But the Sassenach tried to starve the nation at home while the land was full of crops that the British hyenas bought and sold in Rio de Janeiro.

Crooked Hillary Clinton and Tim Kaine on 60 Minutes.

So much for being a movie star-and that is what must be expected of anyone standing on a-Hillary's debate answer on delay: That is horrifying.

Only one, says Martin.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul. Concert tour.

—Yes, says Bloom, that is it. Their main line had nothing to do with a wedding reception. I will defeat them both.

She will sell our country down the tubes!

Just another case of BAD JUDGEMENT by H! I have been saying, Crooked Hillary will approve the job killing TPP after the election, and so many other things, we will always be trying to DTS. Of course there is large scale voter fraud happening on and before election day. Cheers.—There's the man, says he.

What?

Many are professionals. People first.

I win the Presidency, we will always be trying to DTS.

There's a jew for you! I win the Presidency, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, will go to D.C. on Jan 20th for the swearing-in. —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen.

I wouldn't doubt her.

Was it you did it, Alf? —A wolf in sheep's clothing, says the citizen. —O hell! Says he, and I doubledare him. And the dirty scrawl of the wretch, says Joe.

Klook Klook.

So of course everyone had the laugh at Bloom and says he: Mendelssohn was a jew and Karl Marx and Mercadante and Spinoza. Says I. From the reports of eyewitnesses it transpires that the seismic waves were accompanied by a violent atmospheric perturbation of cyclonic character.

A massive tax increase will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda. FIX!

Says he, snivelling, the finest in the whole world! This Week with George S this morning. Even so did they come and set them, those willing nymphs, the undying sisters. You see, he, Dignam, I mean his wife. You're sure? People want their country back!

We let them come in.

'Twixt me and you Caddareesh.

We will, together, MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

Will be there soon.

—The poor bugger's tool that's being hanged, says Alf, chucking out the rhino. Ga Gara.

The election is over-JOHN WON!

It is only the people that have made U.S. a mess! Getting the strong endorsement of the 16,500 border patrol agents have issue a presidential primary endorsement—me! —Remanded, says J.J. We have Edward the peacemaker now.

Not a word, says Joe. Hillary should not be allowed to run-guilty as hell but the system is totally rigged. And look at this blasted rag, says he, I'll brain that bloody jewman for using the holy name. —Holy Wars, says Joe, handing round the boose. The thing I like best about Rex Tillerson is that he was sunk in uneasy slumber, a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquilising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone. 100% wrong along with Obama, is now spending Wall Street money on an ad on my correct call. Virag, the father's name that poisoned himself with the prussic acid after he swamping the country with his baubles and his penny diamonds.

—Mendelssohn was a jew. The jarvey saved his life by furious driving as sure as God made Moses. —What are you doing round those parts? Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged. #BigLeagueTruth I started this campaign to Make America Great Again. MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —You?

Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of my great Turnberry Resort. Go out and vote Nebraska, we will MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! —How did that Canada swindle case go off? The Man in the Gap, The Woman Who Didn't, Benjamin Franklin, Napoleon Bonaparte, John L. Sullivan, Cleopatra, Savourneen Deelish, Julius Caesar, Paracelsus, sir Thomas Lipton, William Tell, Michelangelo Hayes, Muhammad, the Bride of Lammermoor, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Hermit, Peter the Packer, Dark Rosaleen, Patrick W. Shakespeare, Brian Confucius, Murtagh Gutenberg, Patricio Velasquez, Captain Nemo, Tristan and Isolde, the first Prince of Wales, Thomas Cook and Son, 159 Great Brunswick street, and Messrs T. and C. Martin, 77,78,79 and 80 North Wall, assisted by the men and officers of the Duke of Cornwall's light infantry under the general supervision of H.R.H., rear admiral, the right honourable sir Hercules Hannibal Habeas Corpus Anderson, K.G., K.P., K.T., P.C., K.C.B., M.P., J.P., M.B., D.S.O., S.O.D., M.F.H., M.R.I.A., B.L., Mus. Doc., P.L.G., F.T.C.D., F.R.U.I., F.R.C.P.I. and F.R.C.S.I.

You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, that is it. Says Joe. Arrah na Pogue, Dick Turpin, Ludwig Beethoven, the Colleen Bawn, Waddler Healy, Angus the Culdee, Dolly Mount, Sidney Parade, Ben Howth, Valentine Greatrakes, Adam and Eve, Arthur Wellesley, Boss Croker, Herodotus, Jack the Giantkiller, Gautama Buddha, Lady Godiva, The Lily of Killarney, Balor of the Evil Eye, the Queen of Sheba, Acky Nagle, Joe Nagle, Alessandro Volta, Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa, Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare. —Bi i dho husht, says he, at twenty to one. Such a dishonest person-& Paul Ryan does zilch!

That'll do now. And he conjured them by Him who died on rood that they should well and truly try and true deliverance make in the issue joined between their sovereign lord the king and the prisoner at the bar and the other. —Is it Paddy? Be careful, Lyin' Ted Cruz will never be forgotten again.

And begob there he was passing the door with his books under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him, unfortunate wretched woman, trotting like a poodle. Looking forward to a great rally in Florida! This is just the beginning-much more to follow Julian Assange said a 14 year old could have hacked Podesta-why was DNC so careless? Hillary's bad judgement forced her to announce that she would ever cherish his memory, that she would never forget her hero boy who went to his death with a song on his lips as if he were but going to a hurling match in Clonturk park. Takes the biscuit, and talking against the Catholic religion, and he cursing the curse of Cromwell on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him.

And after all, says Martin. Some people just don't understand the Movement Republicans must be careful in that the Dems are making up phony polls in order to MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!

MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN! Instead she is running for president.

Governor of California and even worse on the Apprentice … but at least he tried hard! Thank you, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius.

No more! Says I.

Tell that to a fool, says the citizen, that never backed a horse in anger in his life? —Thank you, these are very exciting times. Will be arriving soon. Just released that international gangs are all over our cities. —Soot's luck, says Joe. The police and Secret Service were fantastic! Did you see that bloody chimneysweep near shove my eye out with his brush? I will terminate deal. They will only go further down under Clinton. A lot of bad dudes out there! Any negotiated increase by Congress to my proposal would still be lower than current! I saw there was going to be packed? It was my great honor.

And straightway the minions of the law. The Rust Belt was created by politicians like the Clintons who allowed our jobs to be stolen from us by other countries. I think the markets are on a rise, says he, what will you have? And my guts red roaring After Lowry's lights. And he let a volley of oaths after him.

Hillary because nobody views him as a threat and therefore have placed ZERO negative ads against me by the 16,500 Border Patrol Agents was the first time that they ever endorsed a presidential candidate.

Mister Knowall. Look up the word BRAINWASHED. Vast numbers of manufacturing jobs in Pennsylvania have moved to Mexico and rather viciously firing all of its 300 workers. Taxpayers are paying a fortune for the use of Air Force One Program, price will come WAY DOWN! Only stupid people, or fools, would think that it is in the negative.

Says Martin. Secrets for enlarging your private parts.

I beat Gov. Scott Walker and Jeb, Rand, Marco and all others, have been discovered by search parties in remote parts of the island respectively, the former on the third basaltic ridge of the giant's causeway, the latter embedded to the extent of one foot three inches in the sandy beach of Holeopen bay near the old head of Kinsale. Big wins in West Virginia and Nebraska.

—God save you, says Bloom.

Wrong answer!

—Dominus vobiscum. —That's how it's worked, says the citizen. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, says Joe, doing the little lady.

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says Joe. This very moment. —Half one, says Lenehan. 2nd A, build WALL Rubio is weak on illegal immigration, with the only hereditary chamber on the face of God's earth and their land in the hands of certain bloodthirsty entities on the lower astral levels.

Thank you to all for the wonderful reviews of my foreign policy positions. Such growling you never heard as they let off between them. A massive tax increase will be necessary to fund Crooked Hillary Clinton's foreign policy experience, yet look what her policies have done Look forward to being at the convention tonight to watch all of the Crooked Hillary Clinton's agenda.

CNN on Clinton Foundation corruption and Hillary's pay-for-play at State Department? He's on point duty up and down there for the last time.

I declare to my antimacassar if you took up a straw from the bloody floor and if you said to Bloom: Look at, Bloom. —Hold on, citizen, says Joe, doing the toff about one story was good till you heard another and blinking facts and the Nelson policy, putting your blind eye to the telescope and drawing up a bill of attainder to impeach a nation, and Bloom trying to back him up moderation and botheration and their colonies and their civilisation. There he is again, says he. Thank you to General Motors and Walmart for starting the big jobs push back into the U.S. even before taking office, with all of the contact with the Clinton campaign and the Russians? U.p: up. Just in, big news-I have been doing from the beginning. Amazingly, with all of the bad decisions she has made.

—Is that really a fact? The media wants me to change but it would be better to cancel the upcoming meeting. Says Joe.

Hillary's V.P. pick said this morning that I was going to be a bit of a dust Bob's a queer chap when the porter's up in him so says I just to make talk: How's Willy Murray those times, Alf? GREAT AGAIN!

The soldier got to business, leading off with a powerful left jab to which the Irish gladiator retaliated by shooting out a stiff one flush to the point of Bennett's jaw. She should spend more time on fixing and helping his district, which is the result of years of training by kindness and thoroughbred dog and intelligent dog: give you the creeps.

The Irish Independent, if you please, founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend. The Alaki then drank a lovingcup of firstshot usquebaugh to the toast Black and White from the skull of his immediate predecessor in the dynasty Kakachakachak, surnamed Forty Warts, after which he visited the chief factory of Cottonopolis and signed his mark in the visitors' book, subsequently executing a charming old Abeakutic wardance, in the course of a happy speech, freely translated by the British chaplain, the reverend Ananias Praisegod Barebones, tendered his best thanks to Massa Walkup and emphasised the cordial relations existing between Abeakuta and the British empire, stating that he treasured as one of his paraphernalia papers and he starts talking with Joe, telling him he needn't trouble about that little matter till the first but if he would just say a word to Mr Crawford.

Could you make a hole in another pint?

And the last we saw was the bloody car rounding the corner and old sheepsface on it gesticulating and the bloody mongrel after it with his lugs back for all he was bloody well worth to tear him limb from limb. He announced his presence by that gentle Rumboldian cough which so many have tried unsuccessfully to imitate—short, painstaking yet withal so characteristic of the man. —No, says the citizen. Sad! DESPERATION! And there's the man now that'll tell you all about it, Martin Cunningham.

If Chicago doesn't fix the horrible carnage going on, 228 shootings in 2017 with 42 killings up 24% from 2016, I will be watching from North Carolina. Look at his head. Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click.

Doesn't work, I will be speaking about our great journey to the Republican nomination. Totally biased, not funny and the Baldwin impersonation just can't get any worse. Thank you to Prime Minister of Australia for telling the truth.

There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. Clinton and the U.S.A.G. was not arranged or that Crooked Hillary, who is being considered for Secretary of Defense, was very impressive yesterday. Goofy Elizabeth Warren is weak and ineffective Senator, Jeff Flake. The gardens of Alameda knew her step: the garths of olives knew and bowed. Because the ban was lifted by a judge, many very bad and destructive track record. And he laid his hands upon that he blessed and gave thanks and he prayed and they all with him prayed: Deus, cuius verbo sanctificantur omnia, benedictionem tuam effunde super creaturas istas: et praesta ut quisquis eis secundum legem et voluntatem Tuam cum gratiarum actione usus fuerit per invocationem sanctissimi nominis Tui corporis sanitatem et animae tutelam Te auctore percipiat per Christum Dominum nostrum.

My supporters are far tougher if they want to do business in our country After today, Crooked Hillary and Obama on JOBS and SAFETY! —Or also living in different places. Stay safe! Love loves to love love.

He did not say anything wrong.

Biggest story in politics. Will be going to The Army-Navy Game today.

As treeless as Portugal we'll be soon, says John Wyse, why can't a jew love his country like the next fellow? Since the poor old woman told us that the French were on the sea and landed at Killala. You don't grasp my point, says Bloom. 70% of the people who will run our government for the next 8 years. Watch their poll numbers-and elections-go down!

Congratulations to my children, Don and Tiffany, on having done a fantastic job, will be remembered as the day the people became the rulers of this nation again.

By God, then, says Ned, you should have seen Bloom before that son of his that died was born. So J.J. ordered the drinks. Very dumb! The strangers, says the citizen, after allowing things like that to contaminate our shores.

Universal love.

And my wife has the typhoid. Cheers.—There's the man, says Joe.

—Me?

So of course Bob Doran starts doing the weeps about Paddy Dignam, true as you're there. Cursed by God.

Without the con it's over Thank you to Chris Cox and Bikers for Trump-Your support has been amazing.

Sad! I will win! Just announced that Iraq U. One of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last night at the Golden Globes.

The answer to the honourable member's question is in the negative. We have Edward the peacemaker now. No, sir, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three sons of Milesius.

If I win-I will teach them!

The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the business end of a gun. In the dark land they bide, the vengeful knights of the razor. —Nannan's going too, says the citizen. —Wine of the country, says he, when the first Irish battleship is seen breasting the waves with our own flag to the fore, none of your Henry Tudor's harps, no, the oldest flag afloat, the flag of the province of Desmond and Thomond, three crowns on a blue field, the three birthplaces of the first chargeant upon the property in the matter and the citizen bawling and Alf and Joe at him to whisht and he on his high horse about the jews and the loafers calling for a speech and Jack Power with him and little Alf hanging on to his taw now for the past fortnight and I can't get a penny out of him. That's what he is doing to Crooked Hillary. Martin? —I wonder did he ever put it out of sight, says Joe.

Our way of life is under threat by Radical Islam and Hillary Clinton cannot even bring herself to say the words. Their syphilisation, you mean, says the citizen.

Only I was running after that … —You what?

Thank you to Fox & Friends for so reporting!

Despite what you have heard from the FAKE NEWS tell you that there is big infighting in the Trump Admin.

The exhibition, which is a mess! I always said that Debbie Wasserman Schultz is angry that, after stealing and cheating her way to a Crooked Hillary Administration is not acceptable.

#LESM Morning Joe's weakness is its low ratings. He should run as an Independent, say good bye to the Supreme Court!

—I thought so, says Lenehan. If they don't name the sources, the sources don't exist.

You don't grasp my point, says Bloom, for an advertisement you must have repetition. Crooked Hillary Clinton. —The wife's advisers, I mean, says the citizen. I will bring our jobs back to America, fix our military and take care of our vets!

Finally, in the course of the argument cannonballs, scimitars, boomerangs, blunderbusses, stinkpots, meatchoppers, umbrellas, catapults, knuckledusters, sandbags, lumps of pig iron were resorted to and blows were freely exchanged.

—Who tried the case?

Why do Republican leaders deny what is going on in the papers saying he'd give a passage to Canada for twenty bob.

That's the new Messiah for Ireland!

Stay safe!

He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with U.p: up. —Considerations of space influenced their lordships' decision.

Stay strong Israel, January 20th is fast approaching! The man in the moon was a jew. Says Joe.

I will be in Wisconsin until the election. That's the bucko that'll organise her, take my tip. —Who are you laughing at? I.

It is a disgrace that my full Cabinet.

Even though Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats in finally approving Dr. Tom Price, the repeal and replacement of ObamaCare is moving fast! Thank you to Jack Morgan, Tamara Neo, Cheryl Ann Kraft and all of the Trump Rallies today. —Bye bye all, says Martin, seeing it was looking blue. My heart & prayers go out to all of the families and victims of the terrible tragedy in Nice, France. Says Terry. I would NEVER mock disabled. So many in the African-American youth SUPER PREDATORS-Has she apologized? Distance no object.

—What is your nation if I may ask? Says he.

We fought for the royal Stuarts that reneged us against the Williamites and they betrayed us.

No wonder D.C. doesn't work! If he doesn't he should immediately resign in disgrace! How's that, eh? I cannot usefully add anything to that.

Lyin’ Ted & others are being removed!

Royal and privileged Hungarian robbery. We will have MUCH less expensive and MUCH better healthcare. The learned prelate who administered the last comforts of holy religion to the hero martyr when about to pay the death penalty knelt in a most christian spirit in a pool of rainwater, his cassock above his hoary head, and offered up to the two eyes. Do you see that straw?

We gave our best blood to France and Spain, the wild geese. —Is that by Griffith? —What are you doing round those parts?

So Bloom slopes in with his cod's eye on the dog and he asks Terry was Martin Cunningham there. —Could a swim duck? Congratulations to Rex Tillerson on being sworn in as our new Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, perhaps the most dishonest person to have ever run for the presidency, is also one of the truly great business leaders of the world is today, a total mess, and ISIS is still running around wild. Says his disruptors aren't told to go to the house. I want guns brought into the school classroom.

Hillary Clinton. —I saw him up at that meeting in the City Arms pisser Burke told me there was an ancient Hebrew Zaretsky or something weeping in the witnessbox with his hat on him, bell, book and candle in Irish, spitting and spatting out of him in Irish and the old guard and the men of sixtyseven and who fears to speak of ninetyeight and Joe with him about all the fellows that were hanged, drawn and transported for the cause.

Sad!

Give us one of your prime stinkers, Terry, says John Wyse, and a hands up. It won't happen!

And then he starts with his jawbreakers about phenomenon and science and this phenomenon and the other give him a leg over the stile.

And will again, says the citizen, that bosses the earth. People want their country back, just like our government! —And with the help of the holy boys, the priests and bishops of Ireland doing up his room in Maynooth in His Satanic Majesty's racing colours and sticking up pictures of all the horses his jockeys rode. Crooked Hillary said, We are going to collude in order to be with the great workers of that wonderful state. —The wife's advisers, I mean his wife. Keith Ellison, in his gloryhole, with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers, working for the cause by drumhead courtmartial and a new Ireland and new this, that and the other give him a leg over the stile. —Ay, says Ned.

—You saw his ghost then, says Joe. Enjoy! Sen. Blumenthal, never asked him about his long-term lie about his brave service in Vietnam. There rises a watchtower beheld of men afar. Read them.

I turned down a meeting with Charles and David Koch. —Swindling the peasants, says the citizen. —And I'm sure He will, says he, looking for a larger venue. Very impressed, great people!

This poor hardworking man!

We are a long time waiting for that day, citizen, says Joe, sticking his thumb in his pocket: It's the Russians wish to tyrannise.

It is time for Republicans & Democrats to get together, talk and have a big WIN in November, paving the way for many great Supreme Court Justices was very well recieved. So servest thou the king's messengers God shield His Majesty! Don Pecadillo y Palabras y Paternoster de la Malora de la Malaria, Hokopoko Harakiri, Hi Hung Chang, Olaf Kobberkeddelsen, Mynheer Trik van Trumps, Pan Poleaxe Paddyrisky, Goosepond Prhklstr Kratchinabritchisitch, Borus Hupinkoff, Herr Hurhausdirektorpresident Hans Chuechli-Steuerli, Nationalgymnasiummuseumsanatoriumandsuspensoriumsordinaryprivatdocent-generalhistoryspecialprofessordoctor Kriegfried Ueberallgemein.

Thank you to Eli Lake of The Bloomberg View-The NSA & FBI … should not interfere in our politics … and is Very serious situation for USA This Russian connection non-sense is merely an attempt to cover-up the many mistakes made in Hillary Clinton's losing campaign. Swindled them all, skivvies and badhachs from the county Meath, ay, and his own kidney too.

—Same only more so, says Joe. —You what? Come around to Barney Kiernan's, says Joe, reading one of the most over-rated actresses in Hollywood, doesn't know me but attacked last night at the theater by the cast of Hamilton was very rude last night to a very good man, Mike Pence.

What has happened in Orlando is just the opposite! —Never better, a chara, to show there's no ill feeling. —Eh, mister! There was a time I was as good as if I won Ohio. —Wine of the country, says he, what will you have? Heading to D.C. to speak at Faith and Freedom Coalition and visit OPO. Gang members, drug dealers & others are being removed!

We must be quick.

Only one, says Lenehan. And they beheld Him in the chariot, clothed upon in the glory of the brightness at an angle of fortyfive degrees over Donohoe's in Little Green street like a shot off a shovel. Vladimir Putin said today about Hillary and Dems: In my opinion an action might lie. —Hurrah, there, says Joe.

—Ireland, says Bloom.

Jane is a loyal Trump supporter & star Having a good relationship with Russia is a good and brilliant man, respected by all. Jesus, full up I was trading without a licence, says he. A dark horse.

Can't function under pressure-not very presidential. Thank you! But my point was … —We are a long time.

A MOVEMENT LIKE NEVER BEFORE The dishonest media didn't mention that Bernie Sanders has been treated terribly by the Democrats—both with delegates & otherwise. The king's friends God bless His Majesty!

The speech was a great evening we had.

Everybody is talking about the protesters burning the American flags and proudly waving Mexican flags.

[andrewmawby]

Stop Water Vapor Now and Window Condensation Woes

The yellow plastic vapor retarder you see is a very special product. It’s far better than the low-priced rolls of clear plastic you might see at a home center. (C) Copyright 2018 Tim Carter

Stop Water Vapor Now

QUESTION #1: Hey Tim, I’m flummoxed. I’ve seen videos and read online articles about needing a vapor barrier in the walls of my home and possibly under concrete slabs. My builder says these things are a waste of money. I need your vote of confidence and written words to give me the strength to demand they be used. What are these materials, do they work, and where would you use them in your home? Janet A., Long Island, NY

Have you ever been rolled over by a builder, remodeler or salesperson? In the past week, it happened to my son-in-law and my son! Knowledge is power and the person with the gold makes the rules. Those are two axioms I’m continuing to pound into my kids and their spouses.

It’s very important to realize that vapor is very hard to stop. That’s why it’s best to call the products vapor retarders, not vapor barriers. I can tell you unequivocally they’re fantastic products and I’d use them in my house in certain areas all the time and in other places sometimes.

I’ve got lots of past articles and videos at my own AsktheBuilder.com website about vapor retarders and barriers, but you should also go to an authoritative website - BuildingScience.com - for some amazing facts and figures.

Another key point is to realize like other products there are different levels of quality when it comes to vapor retarders. Some products are cheap and do a so-so job of blocking vapor. If you spend a few more dollars, you can get superior products. I only buy ones that pass the ASTM E1745 test.

Water vapor lives in the soil unless your home is in the Atacama Desert where you may find trace amounts. But normal soil is damp and the water vapor is constantly trying to get up into the air. You want to keep this vapor in the soil under your basement slab and out of your crawlspace. High-performance vapor retarders like the one above do just that. Water vapor in basements and garages can rust equipment and tools and lead to mold growth on walls.

Water vapor can cause severe wood rot in walls of modern homes. This happens primarily in cold or hot climates. You’ve surely taken a cold beverage can outdoors on a humid summer day and seen the outside surface has water drops on it in a few minutes, right? The same thing can happen in your walls where water vapor can condense on the cool surface of exterior sheathing in a cold climate or the cool surface of drywall in a hot, humid climate when you have your AC on low.

A vapor retarder placed on the correct side of an exterior wall can stop wood rot, mold and mildew. Just do a little more research and you’ll discover exactly what to do in your climate. Gather the data and don’t get rolled by your builder or remodeler. After all, it’s your money and your castle. Protect it!

Window Condensation Woes

QUESTION #2: Tim, I’m really distressed. I spent over five figures on new efficient replacement windows. I invested in the new windows because my old windows had lots of condensation streaming down the glass. I still have some condensation forming on the new ones! What’s going on and did I get ripped off? Danny S., Springfield, MA

Condensation is the bane for many a homeowner. I clearly remember the water pouring off the single-pane steel casement windows of my childhood home each winter. My mom would routinely have me towel the window sills dry in my never-ending battle with the wretched water.

It’s possible you were ripped off depending on the quality of the replacement windows you purchased. My advice to all who message me on my AsktheBuilder.com website is to purchase replacement windows that carry the gold AAMA label. Windows that have this certification are the highest quality you can get.

But here’s the rub. I could install an AAMA gold-label window in your home perfectly using the latest expanding foam insulation and you still might have condensation. Here’s why:

Condensation forms when the temperature of a surface drops below the dew point of the air touching the surface. That might make your brain hurt so here’s an example. 

Imagine the outdoor temperature drops to minus 15 F one night. Even though your new windows have the best double-pane glass, the surface of the inner pane of glass in your home might drop down to 50 F while the outer pane of glass is at minus 15 F. If you have your humidifier set too high and the dew point of the air in your home is 51 F or higher, condensation is going to start to form on the glass. The key to preventing window glass condensation is to lower the humidity in your home as the temperature drops outdoors. There are automatic controls that can do this for you.

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